Midnight mirror in the dark,
candle in hand sing like a lark.
“Twinkle twinkle, Little light,
How I marvel at your sight.
Give me passage through the dark,
Light the way oh tiny spark,
Give my voice the strength to speak,
Mother Grimm I wish to seek.”
Now blow out thy candle,
in the dark the rest is handled.
“Now the blazing sun is gone,
Now when nothing shine upon.
Mother Grimm I call on you,
Mother Grimm will rise anew.
Light the way oh tiny spark,
Give her passage through the dark.”
