He hung up the stars that night,
Smiling into the velvet of the sky,
All the glitter stuck in his hair.
The moon, she looked at him,
Her face soft and round and she smiled;
Good boy, good boy; light the lanterns.
He held the star in his hand,
And oh! it was beautiful!
The moon, she knew, the wonder in his heart
He'd seen it so many times, she knew how
His eyes looked when he saw it.
Oh beauty, thy name is starlight.
Little boy, little boy, can you hear the night?
He steps back, hearing the night sing
Watching his masterpiece.
Everything has place and reason in his sky.
Sweet boy, sweet boy
Do you know what you've done?
You've paved the road for the travellers to come.
Yes, everything has place and reason.
The moon, she gives him one last smile
As he dips down and climbs his
Ladder. She looks up into everything
And rises like a Phoenix from the ash.
