Twas long ago in a village very far away
When on Hanukkah eve there was little cause to celebrate
For the oil that was needed for the lakte ritual
Had been used up many weeks before
The elders crushed the olives and hoped for a miracle
But some brave men would have to venture out
On a quest for the latke oil, it's the quest for the latke oil
The men who left upon this quest knew their battle lay ahead
Just beyond the gates of town they heard the dragon's wail
But if there was to be a Hanukkah that year
This party would have to stop and pray.
For to venture to their neighbor's town for oil
Then a dragon they would have to slay
On their quest for the latke oil. it's the quest for the latke oil
Past the olive trees where the sirens sing their songs
Where weaker men have faltered, they have bravely moved along
Past the den of nomad raiders who would skin them for their gold
And the poisonous spiders who would turn their flesh cold
By the lake of untold beauty where a villager could bathe
And enjoy the fragile landscapes that the Jews had fought to save
With the magic of the season and the prayers they knew to say
In their sights there was the dragon standing in their way.
In the end the dragon was defeated by the hands of their valiant leader
Who prepared to deliver his deadly blow
But one stood up against him and asked
What kind of example would they set for the children of their village?"
There must be another way! Can no more blood be spilled today?"
Then the leader took his sword and thrust it in the ground!
And proclaimed in the name of God
This dragon shall live! This dragon shall live!
Now back to the village with our oil!"
Later the men returned holding high the latke oil
Knowing Hannukah was saved the whole town rejoiced
The dragon in chains showed his gratitude
To the village for sparing his life
By torching the menorah candles aflame
While the warriors laid down with their wives
