Little Star Knows My Voice

The sky is dark, the night is deep. The birds are resting, fast asleep. I sing a song, so soft and slow, To a little star I know. Rest now, little star, this song is ours.

On the first night, the star is new. It hears my words come floating through. It does not know the tune just yet. But it will learn and not forget. Rest now, little star, this song is ours.

On the next night, the star comes near. The song is one it loves to hear. It knows one word, it knows one line. It hums along and starts to shine. Rest now, little star, this song is ours.

When clouds come by and hide the sky, The star still hears my lullaby. It hears my voice through wind and rain. It knows that I will sing again. Rest now, little star, this song is ours.

Night after night, I sing the tune, Past the clouds and past the moon. And now the star knows every part. It keeps my song inside its heart. Rest now, little star, this song is ours.

You are my little star, my own. My voice is one you have always known. One night, I will hold you close and tight. This song will wrap you, soft and light. Rest now, little star, this song is ours.