we saw once in love with night,
the glowing memories of distant light,
the dreams that call for ancient wonder,
to that our imagination plunder,

so we wish on which star is first,
when sad days do their worst,
looking up on heavenly scope,
there are far worse things than hope,

and as the light our souls redeem,
we give ourselves a chance to dream,
that the wish is none too far,
when in our hearts we hold the star.