As the song begins, the children glow,
Alight with smiles, soft as snow.
A twinkling eye, a happy smile,
These children long to dance awhile.
The music glistens across the room,
Young mothers and wives together bloom,
While genuine joy and love embrace,
These women have lightness upon their face.
The men in the room are not dismayed,
Though the prospect of love has them afraid.
The peaceful tune flows through the air,
A contended reminder of fulfilled prayer.
In the dying of the dance the old ones sing,
Their fragile voices through the air do ring.
A lasting impression, as though they die,
The memories made, forever nigh.