Oh Don't you remember a long time ago
when two little babes, their names I don't know
were strolling along on a bright Summer's day
And were lost in the woods so I've heard people say

And when it was night how sad was their plight
The sun, it went down and the moon gave no light
They sighed and they sighed and they bitterly cried
Then the poor litle babes they laid down and died

And when they were dead the robin so red
Strawberry leaves over them spread
and all the night long they sang this sad song
Poor Babes in The Woods poor Babes In The Wood

Back on a tennament rooftop, back in 1940, in the lower East Side my Mother and Father brought us 5 children up to the rooftop and played the violin while our mother sang to us. This was my favorite of her songs. I'm now 83 (Today is my birthday) and I can still see and hear her in my memory. They have both passed on but the left some beautiful memories.