[MOTHER]
How they play
Finding treasure in the sand
They're forever hand in hand
Our children

[TATEH]
How they laugh
She has never laughed like this

[MOTHER]
Every waking moment, bliss

[MOTHER & TATEH]
Our children

[TATEH]
See them running down the beach
Children run so fast—

[MOTHER]
Toward the future—

[TATEH]
From the past
[MOTHER]
How they dance
Unembarrassed and alone

[MOTHER & TATEH]
Hearing music of their own
Our children

[TATEH]
One so fair

[MOTHER]
And the other, lithe and dark

[MOTHER & TATEH]
Solemn joy and sudden spark
Our children
See them running down the beach
Children run so fast
Toward the future
From the past
There they stand
Making footprints in the sand
And forever hand in hand
Our children
Two small lives
Silhouetted by the blue
One like me
And one like you
Our children
Our children
[MOTHER, spoken]
Well. 

[TATEH, spoken]
You say that often. "Well."

[MOTHER, spoken]
It's because I don't know what to say, Baron. 

[TATEH, spoken]
I'm, I'm not a Baron, of course. I'm a poor immigrant, a Jew who points a camera so that his child can dress as beautifully as a princess. I want to drive from her memory every tenement stench and filthy immigrant street. I will buy her light and sun and clean wind of the ocean for the rest of her life. Now you know me. Now you understand. I am no Baron. I am Tateh. 

[MOTHER, spoken]
Now I know even less what to say. 

[TATEH, spoken]
Hmm. Now it's my turn: Well. 

[MOTHER, spoken]
Thank you for your confidence. I shall keep it here.