A lamp that kept on burn ing, a mir a cle, they say;
but the world has kept on turn of ing, are there mir a cles to day?
Ev ’ry one who lights the can dles has a bit of an cient spark.
We are mir a cles
light ing up the dark.
We are lights,
lights
of mem o ry,
re mem b’ring times
long gone.
We are glow ing,
grow ing mir a cles,
we are lights,
we
are lights,
we are lights,
shin ing on
and on.
A row of burn ing can dles shines light up on your face,
link ing you and me and all of us to a far off ho ly place.
But the blaz ing of the can dles is a not the on ly light.
Look at all of us,
shin ing here to night.
We are lights,
lights
of mem o ry,
re mem b’ring times
long gone.
We are glow ing,
grow ing mir a cles,
we are lights,
we
are lights,
we are lights,
shin ing on
and on.
A shin ing on.
We are lights, we are lights,
shin ing on.
We are lights, we are lights,
shin ing on
and on.
This page shows “The Chanukah Song (We Are Lights)” by Stephen Schwartz in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of A at 69 BPM, a slightly more challenging arrangement — practice each phrase slowly first.