When the stars broke free
from the crasp of the evening sun

I could see your silhuette
in the light of the morning stars

Let my eyes be your mirror
and look into them to see
how enticing you are
in the light of the morning stars

Barefooted angel on the grit
weeping with the evening stars

Singing her dolorous melody
with the grace of the falling stars

Let my eyes be your mirror
and look into them to see
how enticing you are
in the light of the morning stars