Tin Star by Melanie
How old was I, five or six or so
The innocent years, long ago
My father on his chair reaching up so far
Crowning the tree, with that old tin star
And it shines so pretty like diamonds in the sun
Nothin' but good things will ever come
Little girl don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are
May you always find the wonder of that old tin star
When I grew up and I found a place to live
As I unpacked my things I found a gift
And it felt like home, though I'd traveled so far
For there in my hands was that old tin star
And it shines so pretty, diamonds in the sun
Nothing but good things, will ever come
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