You Can Ask by Musia Simpson
There is a certain time each week, That you will
There is a certain time each week, That you will
BH When the sun goes down, all girls and women,
I hear crashing waves bubble up on the sand. Tall
Flames so hot Wax melting down As I wave three
When I light Shabbos candles I am still I hear
I strike the match and watch the flame ignite The
I see her looking at the Shabbat light, Even though
Imagine you had a private audience with the king. What
As she looked at the blazing yellow light in front
On Friday, before sunset I love to look out the