Two little kids, watching the sky
One of them said, I wonder why
All of the stars are shining so bright
When there wasn't a star last night
I've often wondered, what is a star
The other one said, "Here's what they are...."

Stars are the windows of heaven
Where Angels peek through
Up in the sky they keep an eye
On kids like me and you

They cry each time we are naughty
Their tear drops are the rain
But when we're good
They are smiling and they shine again

Stars are the windows of heaven
Where Angels peek through