How wise you look, little star, away
Up yonder in the sky;
How many years have you twinkled there
Above the world so high?
Little star, away up yonder,
Tell me, were you shining then?
Did you hear the angels singing,
‘Peace! Goodwill to men’?
I often wonder if you were there
When Christ lay in the stall,
And if you saw, from your dizzy height,
The infant Lord of all.
If you had listened on that night,
Could you have heard the song
That floated down on the midnight air
From that angelic throng?
Oh, yes, a wise little star are you,
Yet not a word to say;
You watch all night o’er the drowsy earth,
And sleep all through the day.