A Scroll of Parchment
A scroll of parchment clean and white with letters black as coal
For centuries has bound us tight united as one soul
With words that dance before Hashem and leap up from the page
By the voices of our people from this and every age

The troubled years they come and go no end is yet in sight
With bitter tears we ask hashem to save us from the night
But though the golus does remain we know we can endure
With torah to sustain us so precious and so pure

Chorus: Torah Tzivah Lanu Moshe, Moirasha Kehillas Yaakov
Hashem’s holy gift has always kept us forever and ever alive
Torah Tzivah Lanu Moshe, Moirasha Kehillas Yaakov
The Bris that was made at the foot of Har Sinai has kept us forever alive

Through the summer’s blazing heat and through the winter’s cold
The Torah lives in all our hearts, the young just like the old
A treasure more than gold or jewels and brighter than the day
So each and every morning we raise our eyes and say:

Chorus: Torah Tzivah…