Song | Lost in the Stars |
Artist | Frank Sinatra |
Album | The Best of the Columbia Years: 1943-1952 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Before lord god made the sea or 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 in the wind down there | |
And he stated and promised he'd take special care | |
So it wouldn't get lost no more | |
Now, a man don't mind if the stars get dim | |
And the clouds blow over and darken him | |
So long as the lord god's watching over him | |
Keeping track how it all goes on | |
But i've been walking through the night and the day | |
Till my eyes get weary and my head turns gray | |
And sometimes it seems maybe god's gone away | |
Forgetting his promise and the word he'd say | |
And we're lost out here in the stars | |
Little stars big stars blowing through the night | |
And we're lost out here in the stars | |
Little stars big stars blowing through the night | |
And we're lost out here in the stars |
Before lord god made the sea or 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 in the wind down there | |
And he stated and promised he' d take special care | |
So it wouldn' t get lost no more | |
Now, a man don' t mind if the stars get dim | |
And the clouds blow over and darken him | |
So long as the lord god' s watching over him | |
Keeping track how it all goes on | |
But i' ve been walking through the night and the day | |
Till my eyes get weary and my head turns gray | |
And sometimes it seems maybe god' s gone away | |
Forgetting his promise and the word he' d say | |
And we' re lost out here in the stars | |
Little stars big stars blowing through the night | |
And we' re lost out here in the stars | |
Little stars big stars blowing through the night | |
And we' re lost out here in the stars |
Before lord god made the sea or 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 in the wind down there | |
And he stated and promised he' d take special care | |
So it wouldn' t get lost no more | |
Now, a man don' t mind if the stars get dim | |
And the clouds blow over and darken him | |
So long as the lord god' s watching over him | |
Keeping track how it all goes on | |
But i' ve been walking through the night and the day | |
Till my eyes get weary and my head turns gray | |
And sometimes it seems maybe god' s gone away | |
Forgetting his promise and the word he' d say | |
And we' re lost out here in the stars | |
Little stars big stars blowing through the night | |
And we' re lost out here in the stars | |
Little stars big stars blowing through the night | |
And we' re lost out here in the stars |