I am going home, proud and happy A report card I hold in my hand Special work taken, to achieve a completion A year of effort it stands I can pic ture the face of my father By the first look, he'll widen his eyes To believe this could happen, such anticipation Who would expect this surprise The pleasure that he feels inside of him Reflected and brought out by mine For all that he has done, just for me To be able to make his face shine My boundless and never-ending closeness Me and my tatty have I am going to bring out today By making him as happy as I can At the Summer's end, I am preparing With a pen and a-paper at hand "This month that just passed, for the year it should last To the Rebbe I'll write how I feel" My hachlata - daven from the siddur Every word to be said carefully I'll put in the effort To bring out this treasure The Nachas on his face that I'll see 'Cause the pleasure that he feels inside of him Reflected and brought out by mine For all that he does, just for me To be able to make his face shine My boundless and never-ending closeness Me and my Rebbe have I am going to bring out today By making him as happy as I can