I don't wish upon stars,
because they're bright enough already,
I don't want them any closer,
when I've got one that shines on steady.

How she glows,
and how she knows,
what she does to me,
how she goes,
and how she shows,
how much brighter she can be.

Ah what a light,
my star-light can be,
ah how magnificent, how glorious shining,
for all,
and all to see.

My light, my compass, my never fading star,
When I look where home-ward is,
it's never very far.

Home is where the heart is,
and ladies and gents, she has it,
when ever I am apart from her,
sane, I am no longer, as I just 'bout lose all my wit!

A fallen star, is still a star,
shining through the night,
how she sparkles and gleams,
and make every thing seem...
right.

I do not wish,
upon a star,
when I already have one,
not so very far.