The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about
There were thousands of millions of stars
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree
Nor of people in church or the Park
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me
And that glittered and winked in the dark

The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all
And the star of the sailor, and Mars
These shone in the sky, and the pail by thе wall
Would be half full of water and stars
They saw mе at last, and they chased me with cries
And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes
And the stars going round in my head