[Verse] In her tiny kitchen, pots are simmering hot Savta's got her magic touch, she's mastered every plot She season's like a master, with a pinch of this and that Creating the most heavenly feast, where flavors all collide and chat [Verse 2] First she boils the matzo balls, so fluffy you could float Then she sautés the onions til they're golden, that's her secret note The charoset she whips up, a symphony of sweet and tart With apples, nuts, and cinnamon, it's Passover's pièce de résistance, right from the heart [Chorus] Oh Savta, sweet Savta, you're an angel in disguise Your Passover feast has us singing, reaching for the skies From the gefilte fish to the four cups of wine We raise a toast to you, dear Savta, your love is so divine