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Before Lord God made the sea or the land |
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He held all the stars in the palm of his hand |
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And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand |
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And one little star fell alone |
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Then the Lord God hunted through the wide night air |
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For the little dark star in the wind down there |
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And he stated and promised he'd take special care |
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So it wouldn't get lost, no more |
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Now, a man don't mind if the stars get dim |
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And the clouds blow over and darken him |
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So long as the Lord God's watching over him |
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Keeping track how it all goes on |
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But I've been walking through the night and the day |
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Till my eyes get weary and my head turns gray |
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And sometimes it seems maybe God's gone away |
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Forgetting his promise and the word he'd say |
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And we're lost out here in the stars |
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Little stars, big stars blowing through the night |
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And we're lost out here in the stars |
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Little stars, big stars blowing through the night |
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And we're lost out here in the stars |
