(M. Anderson, K. Weil)

[Recorded Febrary 18, 1963, Los Angeles]



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