Martin L. Gore

Before lord God made the sea and the land,
He held all the stars in the palm of his hand.
And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand,
And one little star fell alone.
Then the lord God hunted through the wide night air
For the little dark star on the wind down there.
And he stated and promised hed take special care
So it wouldnt get lost again.
Now a man dont mind if the stars grow dim
And the clouds blow over and darken him,