Every night he counts the stars
just the way they count the stars
in the days she was alive.
They used to point
from East to West
watch the constellations pass the paths
they traced...

And when she laid upon that bed
much too weak to count the stars
Voice so faint so he leaned in
to hear her say...

"Take my hands and come
with me to a better place
because tomorrow
may not even come around
So I hope you'll stay
with me just a little while
Oh, my everything."

Hey old man, there she is
Don't waste this time so shy as you once did
There might be no other chance
Believe her words and take her hands
Forever love. Forever dance.