A fleeting joy, a moment bright,
That dances through the passing years,
A spark of pure and sweet delight,
That banishes all doubts and fears.
That dances through the passing years,
A spark of pure and sweet delight,
That banishes all doubts and fears.
It comes and goes, a gentle guest,
And leaves behind a happy trace,
A memory treasured in the breast,
That time itself cannot erase.
And leaves behind a happy trace,
A memory treasured in the breast,
That time itself cannot erase.