Darkness unfolds to make us sleep.
O' brilliant thou man to prolong his wake,
Lamps he made to lit his fate.
He felt the peace of the warmth it shared.
Happy was he and was enlightened with glee,
For the lamps and lamp shades that made him free.
Cities were born and came of age.
The glimmer of light from dusk it starts
As torchieres burn til night departs.
Grateful for the lamps that gave man sight.
But only HE is the true light of night,
HE that made the world and gave us life.