Sit and watch the stars with me,
Beside the crashing, crystal sea,
Beyond the sandy, hilly dells
That echo winds like whisp'ring bells,
At the end of laughing path,
Splashing as it 'neath trees does pass,
The trees that grow 'pon drops of dew
And live, and die, and spring anew.
Still the stars dance in the sky
And o'er the night's black cloak now fly,
To fall beneath the heavens' shroud,
Or wander close to shifting cloud,
Yet always will they rise once more,
To twirl above the water's shore.
