How old was I, five or six or so
The innocent years, long ago
My father on his chair, reaching up so far
Crowning the tree, with that old tin star
And it shines so pretty, like diamonds in the sun
Nothing but good things will ever come
Little girl don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are
May you always find the wonder of that old tin star
When I grew up, found a place to live
And I unpacked my things, I found a gift
And it felt like home, though I'd traveled so far
'Cause there in my hands was that old tin star
And now it shines so pretty, like diamonds in the sun
Nothing but good things will ever come
Little girl don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are
May you always gaze in wonder at that old tin star
Shines so pretty, diamonds in the sun
Nothing but good things will ever come)
I have kids of my own, and troubles, I've had some
I've cried some tears and I've had my fun
Now I climb up that chair and I reach out so far
And my child looks up at that old tin star
'Cause it still shines so pretty, like diamonds in the sun
Nothing but good things will ever come
Little girl don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are
May you always gaze in wonder at that old tin star
Little girl don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are
May you always gaze in wonder at that old tin star