LOST IN THE STARS

from "Lost In The Stars" 1944 musical New York & 1972 film
Kurt Weill (m) Maxwell Anderson (l) 1944

as recorded by Frank Sinatra 
with Nelson Riddle & his Orchestra  
Feb 18th 1963 
Los Angeles


Before Lord God made the sea or the land,
He held all the stars in the palm of his hand,
And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand,
And one little star fell alone.

Then the Lord God hunted through the wide night air
For the little dark star in the wind down there,
And he stated and promised he'd take special care,
So it wouldn't get lost no more.

Now a man don't mind if the stars get dim
And the clouds blow over and darken him,
So long as the Lord God's watching over him,
Keeping track how it all goes on.

But I've been walking through the night and the day,
Till my eyes get weary and my head turns grey,
And sometimes it seems maybe God's gone away,
Forgetting his promise and the word He'd say.

And we're lost out here in the stars,
Little stars, big stars, blowing through the night.
And we're lost out here in the stars,
Little stars, big stars, blowing through the night.
And we're lost out here in the stars.



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - November 2012)