As the light of the lamp gently dances its dance,
Darkness hides in corners of the room,
High and haughty shadows gravely loom,
Ghostly shrouds of terror fleeing doom.
And the light dances on, and the light sings its song.
And the light of the lamp dances on.
As the light of the lamp bravely dances its dance,
Drawing life from the pure golden mere,
Awful apparitions cringe in fear,
While they glower and threaten and leer.
But the light dances on, and the light sings its song.
And the light of the lamp dances on.
As the light of the lamp boldly dances its dance,
Happy fragrance of hope fills the air,
Sweet perfume of the oil so rare,
Fast dismissing dark knights of despair.
And the light dances on, and the light sings its song.
And the light of the lamp dances on, dances on.
Little light of the lamp dances on.
