One peaceful Friday night The table decked in white The gloom and darkness of Golus Seem lost in candles light Entranced by the brilliant glare A young pondered and stared He dreamed of a world of Kedusha Where shabbos is kept everywhere With Zmiros and learning And bright candles burning My weekly Nechama Lifts up my Neshama For Shabbos Hayom Lashem We are so different from them We raise up our voices The whole world rejoices Hashem Elokainu Shema Koleinu With zeal and desire each week we strive To keep this tradition alive