Before Lord God made the sea and the land,
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He held all the stars in the palm of his hand.
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And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand,
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And one little star fell alone.
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Then the Lord God hunted through the wide night air
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For the little dark star on the wind down there.
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And he stated and promised he'd take special care
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So it wouldn't get lost again.
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Now a man don't mind if the stars grow dim
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And the clouds blow over and darken him,
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So long as the Lord God's watching over them,
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Keeping track of how it all goes on.
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But I've been walking all the night and the day,
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Till my eyes get weary and my head turns gray.
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And sometimes it seems maybe God's gone away,
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Forgetting the promise that he made that day,
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And we're lost out here in the stars.
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Little stars, big stars, blowing through the night,
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And we're lost out here in the stars.
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Little stars, big stars, blowing through the night,
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And we're lost out here in the stars.
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Lost In The Stars
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| Martin L. Gore |
