Her Name Is Stasia

On a bright June morning In the ghetto With a lily in her hair

She was just five years old And I said "Stasia Remember

Now Your name is Stasia" And she said "Stasia

My name is Stasia" I said "And your father's name is

And your mother's name is And the day you were born was

And the prayers you were taught were" And they smuggled her out of

the ghetto And they took her from her home And they sat

her down in a room With the enemy of her people And he said