Judah Maccabee – by Safam

Oh when I was a boy, my one and only joy was pretending I was living in the past.

So to get my little thrills, I stormed out from the hills, a wooden sword held tightly in my grasp.

Oh Judah Maccabee, how was I to see what you would mean to me…

No Syrian decree, could make you bend your knee, not Judah Maccabee

Oh, my friends all thought me strange and sometimes would exchange a worried look or word behind my back. No, they couldn’t understand, the Romans were at hand and they were getting ready to attack.

Oh Judah Maccabee, how was I to see what you would mean to me…

No Roman cavalry, could make you bend your knee, not Judah Maccabee

In the Polish Underground, I never made a sound, while running through the forests late at night. Just like Matithias’s sons, I knew the time would come, when I would need my courage to survive.

Oh Judah Maccabee, how was I to see what you would mean to me…

No German Infantry, could make you bend you knee, not Judah Maccabee.