The streets were called her home
She lived there all alone
Her bread was nearly gone
Yet, humble was her heart
’twas made of gold and warmth
One fateful day, she needed to depart
And the stars were bright
on this winter night
like one hundred thousand lanterns
Guiding lights above
Oh, the stars were bright
on this winter night
and one hundred thousand memories
filled her heart with endless love
The stars would guide her way
to a man starving for days
She gave her bread away
Four children, barely clad
They looked piteously sad
To give them her last clothes
made her glad
And the stars were bright …
She stood there,
mild and bare,
in the fair
moonlight
And the stars up high
left the winter sky
like one hundred thousand snowflakes
made of glistening gold
Oh, the stars up high
left the winter sky
and one hundred thousand thalers
filled her hands with gleaming gold
She stood there,
mild and bare,
in the fair moonlight
Stars up high
left the sky
and all is made of gold
