For I often think of you in the pretty sky so blue.
Little Star! O tell me, pray, where you hide yourself all day?
Have you got a home like me, and a father kind to see?
Little Child, at you I peep, while you lie so fast asleep.
But when dawn begins to break, I my homeward journey take.
For I've many friends on high, living with me in the sky,
And a loving Father, too, Who commands what I'm to do.
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