My little star lives very high;
I almost lose it in the sky,
Because there are so many others,
Sisters, cousins, aunts and brothers;
All beside it looking down
In the windows of our town;
But my star is mine alone,
I shall keep it for my own,
Keep it where it lives so high
In its corner of the sky;
Other children, take the rest,
This small star I'll love the best.
