Hershel's Wedding March

Hershel's on the trail now, with boots laced up so tight Prepping for a journey, and his wedding's quite in sight If you haven't got a trail map, a compass leads you true If you haven't got a compass, may blessings fall on you Blessings on the wedding, blessings on the two If you haven't got a compass, may blessings fall on you Through the valleys, up the hills, in sunlight's warm embrace Hershel smiles with every step, joy etched upon his face With the kiddush cup and tallit, he'll make his wedding vow Underneath the canopy, with love to seal the vow Mazel tov to Hershel, and his kallah so true If you haven't got a compass, may blessings fall on you The kiddush cup is shining, tallit gently sways A chuppah in the clearing where they'll end their hiking days The fiddler tunes his strings now, the hora dance awaits For Hershel and his bride-to-be, happiness be their fate [Chorus] Sing for Hershel's journey, a path of love so true If you set your course by heart, may blessings fall on you