Stars Are The Windows Of Heaven

Two little kids
Watching the skies
One of them says:
«I wonder why
All of the stars
Are shining so bright
When there wasn’t a star last night
I’ve often wondered: What is a star?»
The other says, «Here's what they are:
Stars are the windows of heaven where angels peep through
Up in the sky they keep an eye
On kids like me and you
They cry each time we are naughty;
Their teardrops are the rain
But when we’re good they are smiling
And they shine again
Stars are the windows of heaven where angels peep through.»
They cry each time we are naughty;
Their teardrops are the rain
But when we’re good they are smiling
And they shine again. My mom says:
Stars are the windows of heaven where angels peep through