‘Let it Go’ Passover lyrics

Want to sing “Let it Go” at your seder, but don’t have the time or inspiration to write your own Passover version? Or you don’t feel like scrambling to transcribe the lyrics from one of the videos on YouTube?

Below is the text of a Passover adaptation written and sent to us by Rabbi Judy Caplan Ginsburgh, a cantorial soloist and musician who works in both Jewish and non-Jewish settings and has developed a number of interactive, educational performances and arts-in-education residencies for school-age children.

For more “Let it Go” Passover lyrics, replete with a lesson plan and various annotations, go to this version written by students at the Weber School, a transdenominational Jewish high school in Atlanta. You can watch their video here.

Have a happy Passover!

FROZEN Parody – Lyrics by Judy Caplan Ginsburgh

The Jews smear blood on their doorposts tonight
This is the final straw
Nine plagues haven’t softened Pharaoh’s heart
This is the final one.
Things are about to change, the Jews will survive
Hurry up and pack, we’ll run for our lives.

So, one more time, Moses asks Pharaoh
Will you let my people finally go?
We’ve worked for years, we’ve done your tasks
And now, I ask (Will you)

Let us go, let us go
We won’t work for Pharaoh anymore
Let us go, let us go
It’s time for us to soar
We don’t know
Where we’re going to go
But we have faith
We’re sick of building pyramids anyway.

It makes no sense how all these plagues wouldn’t change your mind
And now we’re leaving fast, there is so little time
It’s time for all the Jews to flee
To follow Moses to the Sea
It’s right, not wrong for you and me
‘Cause now we’re free!

Let us go! Let us go!
Even though our bread won’t rise
Let us go! Let us go!
On our way to Mt. Sinai
History is being made
The story lives on….

The Haggadah tells the story every year at this time
We ask four questions and we drink four cups of wine
The afikomen brings the meal to its end
We wish that next year, we’ll be in Jerusalem.

Pharaoh let us go! He let us go!
And we wandered for forty years
We are free, we are free
It was hard to hold back tears

Now we sit at our seder tables
The tradition goes on!
And now we eat matza for seven days!