LYRIC

SHABBOS CANDLES- Avraham Fried- Ohel Concert 5767

Among the smiles
Among the tears
Of my childhood sweet
And bitter years
There’s a picture
That my memory fondly frames
And in it burns
Two tiny
Flames.

CHORUS:
My mother’s Shabbos candles
Which made our home so bright
Which faithfully she lighted
With a prayer on Friday night.
And then, around the table
We gathered and we heard
My father chant the Kiddush
His heart in every word.

Our humble home
Became a mansion in that mystic glow
Our hearts were filled with hopes and dreams
And thoughts of long ago.
And yet, the tragic stories
Of Israel’s darkest nights
Will never dim the glory
Of my mother’s Shabbos lights.

CHORUS:
My mother’s Shabbos candles
Which made our home so bright
Which faithfully she lighted
With a prayer on Friday night.
And then, around the table
We gathered and we heard
My father chant the Kiddush
His heart in every word.

Our humble home
Became a mansion in that mystic glow
Our hearts were filled with hopes and dreams
And thoughts of long ago.
And yet, the tragic stories
Of Israel’s darkest nights
Will never dim the glory
Of my mother’s Shabbos lights.