How old was I, 5 or 6 or so

The innocent years, long ago

Father on a chair reaching up so far

Crowning the tree, with that old tin star

And it shines so pretty diamonds in the sun

Nothin' but good things will ever come

Little boy don't grow up stay as sweet as you are

So you still gaze in wonder at that old tin star.



I grew up and I found a place to live

As I unpacked my things I found a gift

And it felt like home, though I'd come so far

For there in my hands was that old tin star

And it shines so pretty, diamonds in the sun

Nothing but good things, will ever come

Little boy don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are

So you still gaze in wonder, at that old tin star.



I have kids of my own and troubles I've had some

I've cried my tears and I've had my fun

I climb that chair and I reach out so far

And my son looks up at that old tin star

And it shines so pretty, diamonds in the sun

Nothing but good things will ever come

Little boy don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are

So you still gaze in wonder, at that old tin star.