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