Morris Rosenfeld was Lithuanian-born and a native speaker of Yiddish, and brings to life this beautiful text with a haunting melody. It reads like a mysterious letter from a deceased loved one to those left behind. It has been referred to as a "sweatshop love song," written from the perspective of a factory worker -which Mr. Rosenfeld knew well. This piece has all the elements of a classic Yiddish folksong, and would be great for an adult choir!