It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
Once there was a baby star.
He lived up near the sun.
And every night at bedtime that baby star wanted to have some fun.
He would shine and shine, fall and shoot and twinkle oh so bright.
He said “Mommy, I’ll run away if you make me say goodnight.”
And then his mommy kissed his sparkly nose and said,
“No matter where you go, no matter where you are.
No matter how big you grow and even if you stray far.
I’ll love you forever, because you’ll always be my baby star.”