There’s a star out back and it speaks to me,
It hangs out above the old pine tree.
The pine tree whispers in the wind,
I hear his voice over and over again.
The star above shines so bright,
It really brightens up the night.
When my pine tree is silent, the star is there,
To help me my thoughts to prepare.
When clouds are gathered in the sky,
My star is hiding – I wonder why?
The pine tree calls and then I hear,
The whispering coming very clear.
The pine tree listens to all my woes,
The star at night appears to glow.
I love this star and pine tree, too.
This is a friendship you should pursue.