Our Lady Of The Shooting Stars

Our Lady of the Shooting Stars Was that you last night? Did we dance a whispered waltz, Did I hold you in my sight? When morning came with open arms She lifted you from me, The sunlight burned my eyes away And now I cannot see. Our Lady of the Shooting Stars As I face the early light All that I can think of now Is joining you in flight But I have followed gypsy's, girl And lost my way back home I've held the phoenix to my chest And ended up alone.