All the stars hidden away And the moon in a pitch black night From the north And south to Yemen Not a ray of light
Morning, loyal widower Clutch your grey sack tight From the north And south to Yemen Not a ray of light
No light, not a ray of light
Light a small white candle In this darkened tent, This heart of mine From the north And south to Yemen Then a brilliant light will shine!
The light, the light will shine
