It's a pretty porcelain and it's on the piano
A bright old-old-old-old lamp
Green letters: I am the light, the fire,
To see the night.
Petroleum lamp*,
How beautiful is her flame
a-a-a
Peered night**, and many butterflies burnt,
And he tolerated many, many, many lies.
A hundred years have passed, knowing life,
and understanding the world.
Petroleum lamp*,
How beautiful is her flame
a-a-a
Little girl, if you are here, your shadow is a blue giant.
A look and it enchants.
You look at what you are like a cinema,
and in two beautiful eyes dance.
Petroleum lamp*,
How beautiful is her flame
a-a-a***