The stars are a gleaming,
Though it is day,
The moon is a shining,
Though night is nay.
The winds are a blowing,
though it is still,
I’m walking on the stars,
Though they aren’t real.
The stars are a gleaming,
Though it is day,
The moon is a shining,
Though night is nay.
The winds are a blowing,
though it is still,
I’m walking on the stars,
Though they aren’t real.