Christiane

There was a little star in the sky,

A star of good nature;

It used to shine so meekly,

So meekly and so mild.

I knew its place

In the sky where it stood;

In the evening I stepped out of the door

And was looking for it until I found it.

And then I remained standing,

Feeling a deep joy

To look at the little star;

And thanked God for it.

The little star is gone;

I try to find it here and there

Where I have found it before,

And find it now no more.