As the sun went down, down, down,
I look around and see,
A sky of glistening silver stars,
And a moon as round as could be,

It was a blanket of stars and night sky,
Covering the clouds above,
The constellations are beautiful,
You will find it hard not to love,

I wish upon a shooting star,
As it zooms past,
And then the sun comes up again,
It’s day, oh yay, at last.