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.
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