At Morden — version 2

Islamic

Winding through the darkened Streets.
Passing brothers nod and greet.
On the floor we take our seats.
At Maghrib Prayer in Morden
Arab men they wash their feet
Tired children wake and weep,
Older men with beards they keep.
At Maghrib prayer in Morden
Azan calls us to the floor.
Iqama calls us just once more.
Haziq hurry´s through the door.
At Maghrib prayer in Morden