Light the lamps up, lamplighter
E. Maconchy
Light the lamps up, lamplighter,
The people are in the street
Without a light
They have no sight,
And where will they plant their feet?
Some will tread in the gutter
And some in the mud, oh dear!
Light the lamps up, lamplighter,
Because the night is here.
Light the candles, grandmother,
The children are going to bed
Without a wick
They'll stumble and stick,
And where will they lay their head?
Some will sleep on the staircase,
And some on the hearth -- oh dear!
Light the candles, grandmother,
Because the night is here.
Light the stars up, Gabriel,
The cherubs are out to fly
If heaven is blind
How will they find
Their way across the sky?
Some will splash in the Milky Way,
Or bump on the moon, oh dear!
Light the stars up, Gabriel,
Because the night is here.