Aunt Hulda Sings To Her Children

Glow little worm glow little worm fly through the night, blow all the candles out always glow bright. Bring all your brothers and cousins and sisters, also your mothers and all those philisters. Too much is dark in the devil's own land, glow now to mark a new path in the sand. We don't need the lighting nor the fancy machines, they only cause fighting and gives us the means to destroy and to hurt wherever we drift, we were made out of dirt and this life is a gift. So tonight when you sleep you can dream of our God, who will watch you and keep you alive with a nod. Let us pray now together for the world as a whole and for wonderful weather to be good is our goal.