At the close of the day, when the west is red,
And the sunbeams fade and die,
A light peeps out from the window-shed,
And a star shines in the sky.
All the birds are asleep in the trees,
And the crickets are hushed below,
But the star is watching over the seas,
And the lone star gleams and glows.
And the lone star gleams and glows.
And the sunbeams fade and die,
A light peeps out from the window-shed,
And a star shines in the sky.
All the birds are asleep in the trees,
And the crickets are hushed below,
But the star is watching over the seas,
And the lone star gleams and glows.
And the lone star gleams and glows.