The Tree House Kids with Ayala Ingedashet - Mother Tell Me

Happy (belated) International Woman's Day! This heartwarming gem is taken from the third album of the Tree House Kids, a project for the whole family by brothers Ran and Yaya Cohen Aharonov. The project began with an album of songs, a second album, developed into two children's books, a theatre show based on the book, and from there to an acclaimed TV show on the education channel.

From the press: The song "Mother tell me" was written by Ayala Ingedashet and Ran Cohen Aharonov and composed by Yaya Cohen Aharonov. Ayala sings about her journey with her family to Israel. Ayala was two years old when they left Ethiopia. The hero of the song and the journey is Ayala's mother who embarked on the journey when she was pregnant and during the journey gave birth to Ayala's younger sister. During conversations between Ayala and her mother, she discovered new details about the journey in addition to what she knew and remembered, and these were incorporated into the song. The song features the renowned Ethiopian jazz saxophonist Abatte Barihun.

Mother tell me again
How did I get here
About the journey in the desert
How we left at night leaving everything there
We carried with us only a few jugs of water
And bread that doesn't spoil even after months
We left in the darkness on horses and donkeys
We moved quietly for long days
Tell me how you carried me in a cloth on your back
And how we drank from a tree which milk oozed from it

Mother tell me one more time
About the journey from Ethiopia
Your dream came true
To me you are the biggest hero
Mother tell me one more time
About the journey from Ethiopia
Your dream came true
My mother you are the biggest hero

Mother tell me again
How I got here
And about the journey in the desert
How we left at night leaving everything there

We walked at night and slept during the day
And you bathed me in the cold river between the mountains
Tell me again about the Arab woman
Who applied goat milk on me so I will be healthy again
How you loved to make little dolls from clay
Maybe they're still in Ambur maybe something is still there

Mother tell me again...