No roof for me
I make my bed
With starry skies
Above my head
And all these stars
That fill the sky
Watch over me
With sparkling eyes
And as I walk
So late at night
I'm guided by
The silver light
And most of all
The Star of North
Is always there
To chart my course
I search above
And shapes are found
The farmer's plough
The hero's crown
A rearing horse
A mighty bear
And standing tall
The Swordman's there
I may be poor
I own few things
But with the stars
I feel a king
Their many hues
A tapestry
That shares with all
Their majesty
So when I walk
Out on my own
With stars above
I'm not alone
Each point of light
Each star I see
I count them all
As Friends to me
