(Kurt Weill/Maxwell Anderson) 

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 fall alone 



Then the Lord God hunted through the wild 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 again 



Now, man don't mind if the stars grow 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 hair turns grey 

And sometimes it seems maybe God's gone away 

Forgetting the promise that we heard him 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