She moved through the fair with a smile in her eye
so pure and graceful and free
and caught the attention of one who worked there
a candlestick maker, he
handsome and young
a craftsman fine
smitten by her that day
and so he fashioned a poem for her that would say
"take me in your hands tonight,
come through the parlor by candlelight,
with thee I will wait this night,
chase away shadows and stay ´till the morning is night"
but the journey of love is a rocky road
and comes with many a spill
he moved and pursued her for more than a year
and then she said "I will"
he made her a gift of a candlestick
on their Wedding Day
and written in silver around it the words, that said
"Take me in your hands tonight,
come through the parlor by candlelight,
with thee I will wait this night,
chase away shadows and stay ´till the morning is night"
the candlestick was so much loved and admired
but hundreds of years would go by
´twas there in an old curiosity shop
that they found it, forgotten by time
blackened with age but soon to shine
beauty from long ago
and I often consider all those who have held it before
"Take me in your hands tonight,
come through the parlor by candlelight,
with thee I will wait this night,
chase away shadows and stay ´till the morning is night"
chase away shadows and stay ´till the morning is night"