This is a very sweet song, Put them to music, it's called Stars. Ready? One, two, three... Have you ever been on the road between holds, When the sun falls away, and the darkness turns cold And the moon will not rise 'til the night has grown old And the only things left are the stars? Those born as the heir, those who rule up above With a kingdom forever held fast by their love With all they can do, it will ne'er be enough To reach the impossible stars. Those born for the earth, who do work by their hands, They sweat and exert their will over the land, When their labour is done, their fatigue does demand That they rest while the moon courts the stars. Those born for the sea, with its roll and its swell Know the faces and names of those patterns so well Each night on the ocean's a story to tell But the only observers are stars. Those born with the fire within, burning bright, Are inspired by moonglow, so cool in the night And the fiery passionate sun shares her light But there's no lady gentle as stars. So to those of low bearing, and those born to fly, To those who sweat, sing and sail under the sky As we're born and we love, we grow old and we die Watch impassive, eternal, the stars As we're born and we love, we grow old and we die Watch impassive, eternal, the stars.