By the shimmering bright starlight,
My dreams turn to all right starlight.
Standing alone before such eyes,
Oh, what is it by slight starlight?
Upon that hill where I oft lay,
I see clearly despite starlight.
Though I thought hope was faint within,
I bear courage to spite starlight.
In memories of that era,
I think and pray to white starlight.
Fate must meet; the paths of two stars,
Thinking that on finite starlight...
My dreams turn to all right starlight.
Standing alone before such eyes,
Oh, what is it by slight starlight?
Upon that hill where I oft lay,
I see clearly despite starlight.
Though I thought hope was faint within,
I bear courage to spite starlight.
In memories of that era,
I think and pray to white starlight.
Fate must meet; the paths of two stars,
Thinking that on finite starlight...