Shabbat rises to my home shining

sweeping my day with a huge golden light

And then returns to me that same evening

following six ordinary weekdays.

 

And sounds of a recorder are lifted by the wind

and the words are suddenly larger

And whiteness glows from every window

and there is holiday on the world and - a holiday in one's heart.

 

Shabbat stretches out a soft loving hand

And with a white shawl gathers grey sand,

And once again her head is covered with the halo of a flame

And once again a day kneels making way for its evening.

 

And sounds of a recorder are lifted by the wind...

 

Shabbat rises to my home shining

A queen kisses my day with light and laughter

And once again I raise my eyes this evening

To see her sparkling from far

 

And sounds of a recorder are lifted by the wind...