The streets were called her home She lived there all alone Her bread was nearly goneYet, humble was her heart ’twas made of gold and warmth One fateful day, she needed to departAnd the stars were bright on this winter night like one hundred thousand lanterns Guiding lights aboveOh, the stars were bright on this winter night and one hundred thousand memories filled her heart with endless loveThe stars would guide her way to a man starving for days She gave her bread awayFour children, barely clad They looked piteously sad To give them her last clothes made her gladAnd the stars were bright …She stood there, mild and bare, in the fair moonlightAnd the stars up high left the winter sky like one hundred thousand snowflakes made of glistening goldOh, the stars up high left the winter sky and one hundred thousand thalers filled her hands with gleaming goldShe stood there, mild and bare, in the fair moonlightStars up high left the sky and all is made of gold
