Falling Stars

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