Lying upon my back to watch the stars,

The cold stars, the tiny far off stars,

The shimmering, flickering points of light

That sparkle on the deepness of the night,

I lose the conscious of earth,

Forget the grassy hillside where I lie

And trees that vaguely move...

The spirit ventures out through space,

Out through the coldness and the silence

To the stars, Wiseman turned his face

To see a Star, and followed

To find the Babe. ANd I may trace

The same star through the night

And find my promise of a life

Where ends the old star's track -

The same faint star, the s me cold star

That flashes silver on the black

Men down the ages watch the sky

And think and wander back

Across the years and it is true

That rising from the watch

And seeing heavens in their far, far

Reach, I know my insignificance

Yet feel my soul stretched out

From lying on a hill to watch the stars.