THE STARS ARE STILL TWINKLING
BUT BLOW ME DOWN,
I WAS SURE THAT I SAW, ONE
WAS WEARING A FROWN

NOW WHY THAT SHOULD BE
IS A MYST'RY TO ME
FOR STARS THAT ARE FROWNING
ARE SORRY TO SEE.

THE ONE'S THAT I LOOK FOR,
IN THE WARM NIGHT AIR,
NORMALLY WINK AT
MY THINNING BROWN HAIR.

THEY USUALLY SMILE
(LIKE MY TEETH WHEN THEY'RE OUT)
SWIMMING IN STARLIGHT
AND GIVING A SHOUT!!

"WE'LL KEEP ON SMILING
AND WINKING AT HIM,
‘TIL HE FINALLY GETS UP
AND PUTS THEM BACK IN."

SO, NOW THAT I HAVE THEM
A'RIGHTFULLY PLACED
I'M SURE THAT MY FACE LOOKS
AS RIGHT AS A BRACE,

OF SHINY NEW PISTOLS
ALL READY, IN PLACE
TO POLISH AND KEEP
IN HAPPINESS AND OIL

AND LOVE AND GOOD WISHES,
FOR A HARD NIGHT'S TOIL
AT KEEPING THE FROWNING
AND WINKING AT BAY,

OF SAD LOOKING STARS
WHEN THEY COME OUT TO PLAY,
AT KEEPING ALL G'PAS
ALL TIMES LOOKING UP,

FOR THE ONE THAT IS SMILING
FOR THEM ALL ALONE,
KNOWING THEY LOVE THEM
THO' FAR, FAR FROM HOME.

BUT HOME IS A BIG PLACE
AS YOU'LL COME TO LEARN,
A PLACE THAT YOU ALWAYS
WILL HAVE TO RETURN.

WHEREVER THAT PLACE IS
YOU ALWAYS WILL FIND,
IS THE PLACE WHERE YOUR HEART IS
RIGHT NEXT TO MINE.