The streets were called her home She lived there all alone Her bread was nearly gone
Yet, humble was her heart 'twas made of gold and warmth One fateful day, she needed to depart
And the stars were bright on this winter night like one hundred thousand lanterns Guiding lights above
Oh, the stars were bright on this winter night and one hundred thousand memories filled her heart with endless love
The stars would guide her way to a man starving for days She gave her bread away
Four children, barely clad They looked piteously sad To give them her last clothes made her glad
And the stars were bright …
She stood there, mild and bare, in the fair moonlight
And the stars up high left the winter sky like one hundred thousand snowflakes made of glistening gold
Oh, the stars up high left the winter sky and one hundred thousand thalers filled her hands with gleaming gold
She stood there, mild and bare, in the fair moonlight
Stars up high left the sky and all is made of goldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.