Sheltered in my pocket, Her skin opaquely pearled, She lies, wrapped in silver foil And protected from the world. And jealously preserved, So that no one else may see The light that shines so brightly On the island that is me... My star... my star... Something that remained At the ending of a dream - Something that my eyes And mine alone have ever seen. 'Tis only when I'm lonely That she shines upon my face - Momentary freedom from Her silver hiding place... My star... my star... Time and time again When I need a helping hand, My luminous deliverer Is there to understand The purpose of my being, Both tomorrow and today - To show me in the dark A little light from far away... My star... my star... And may she always glimmer In the darkness of my night And through the gloomy days When I need a little light; Through the clouds of morning And across the poison sea To the island of contentment, The island that is me... My star... my star...