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