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מילים:

I remember the times in my grandfathers house
How after - he’d kindle his lights
He'd tell me stories, though I’d heard them before
As we sat by the light of eight nights
By the glow from the light of eight nights

He’d ask me to join, as he sang the old songs
If I’d refuse he would say it's all right
Though it never felt good I did what I could
As we sat by the light of eight nights
By the glow from the light of eight nights

Years as they do, for a typical Jew
So confused but not looking to fight
My grandfather called me…the love in his voice…
As we sat by the light of eight nights
By the glow from the light of eight nights

He said, I know the goodness you hide from yourself,
How you won’t let your own soul ignite
Were afraid of life’s glory, it’s color, it’s pains
But you’re safe in the light of eight nights
Oh, it’s safe in the light of eight nights

So I spoke all my broken, and he felt all my pain
and my Grandpa, he sat strong, upright
As his strong eyes found mine, through my tears of return
As we sat by the light of eight nights
By the glow from the light of eight nights

And he said oh this world, it’s a trick, it’s a chance
Then Life leaves but a soul’s ever bright
So I bless that you’ll see what’s been so clear to me
As we sat by the light of eight nights

You were always the light of those nights…
I was always the light of his nights.