Caribbean Nanach song - The Man Who Could Not Walk

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Verse 1 (Swaying reggae rhythm, steel drums)
In a land of wisdom, a sage did dwell,
Left his kin a will, a tale to tell.
"Water the trees, let their roots grow strong,"
But one son, he could not walk along.
Stood on his feet, but steps he lacked,
Brothers gave him gold, no turning back.
Saved every coin, dreamed beyond the pain,
Hired a carriage, set out to gain.
Chorus (Calypso chant, vibrant and soulful)
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
Verse 2 (Skanking beat, upbeat horns)
To Leipzig he rode, through the night so deep,
But the forest turned, where shadows creep.
Thieves from a famine, led by a lie,
Stole his chest, left him under the sky.
Alone on the wagon, with bread running low,
He crawled through the grass, where wild winds blow.
Fear gripped his heart, yet he pressed on still,
Found an herb with a root, by heaven’s will.
Chorus
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומ�ן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
Verse 3 (Mento vibe, syncopated rhythm)
A diamond gleamed, with powers untold,
Took him where day and night unfold.
Heard sun and moon, their secrets share,
A tree unwatered, in need of care.
Moon spoke of demons, weak in their stride,
Sun spoke of paths, where dust would guide.
He grasped the gem, to the paths was led,
Healed his feet with the dust they tread.
Chorus
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
Verse 4 (Soca energy, driving percussion)
Back to the forest, with dust in hand,
Spread righteous powder across the land.
Thieves turned to saints, then mad they fought,
Fell by their own hands, their sins they brought.
The chief of the rogues, alone he cried,
Gave back the chest, his heart open wide.
Confessed in the town, faced judgment’s call,
The son stood tall, redeeming it all.
Chorus
נַ נַחְ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
Verse 5 (Slow dub, reflective tone)
To demon mountains, he journeyed far,
Saw their dark throne, under cursed star.
Heard tales of mischief, of pain they weave,
Yet one demon’s loss made parents grieve.
A cloud held power, from a sage’s fight,
Guarding a tree that could end their night.
The son saw truth, in the circle’s grace,
Faith over evil, in that sacred place.
Chorus
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
Outro (Soft reggae fade, marimba)
A tree unwatered, yet hope remains,
Paths of the righteous, break evil’s chains.
From one who crawled, to a man who stood,
Rabbi Nachman’s tale, for the pure and good.