Lost in the Stars (From "Lost in the Stars") - Lotte Lenya, Maurice Levine and His Orchestra

Before Lord God made the sea and the land

He held all the stars in the palm of His hand

And they ran through His fingers like grains of sand

And one little star fell alone

Then the Lord God hunted through the wide night air

For that little dark star on the wind down there

And He stated and promised He takes special care

So it wouldn’t get lost again

Now a man don’t mind if the stars grow dim

Or the clouds blow over and darken him

So long as the Lord God’s watching over them

Keeping track, how it all goes on Now I’ve been walking through the night and day

Till my eyes get weary and my head turns gray

And sometimes it seems maybe God’s gone away

Forgetting the promise that we heard Him say

And we’re lost out here in the stars

Little stars, big stars, blowing through the night

And we’re lost out here in the stars