Stories In The Stars

Grandma sat me on her knee, saying “hush now, listen close to me.”
Old King Cole with his pipe and bowl, Humpty Dumpty on a high stone wall.
Stories dancing shadows on my wall, made me smile and scared me when I was small.

Oh, those nights were magic, every rhyme a lullaby that never fades.

I still sing the melodies, after all these years they follow me.
From Jack and Jill to ring-around-the-rosies, I hear those childhood voices sing.
The stories they told made my heart grow strong, and now I pass them on when the daylight’s gone.
Yeah, I tell my kids the stories in the stars.

Daddy whistles while he read, Little Miss Muffet with a spider overhead.
Cow jumping over everything, laughing so hard I could barely breathe.
Those simple words raised me right— a little scared, a little brave each night.

Oh, those tales were treasures, tiny fears and simple pleasures.

I still sing the melodies, after all these years they follow me.
From Jack and Jill to ring-around-the-rosies, I hear those childhood voices sing.
The stories they told made my heart grow strong, and now I pass them on when the daylight’s gone.
Yeah, I tell my kids the stories in the stars.

Round and round we go, like the rhyme we used to play.
Ring around the rosies, fall down and laugh away.
Fairytales and nursery rhymes built the heart I carry now.
Someday my kids will read their own to little ones somehow.

We all keep the melodies, stitched into our memories.
From Old King Cole to the moon so high, to the cow that jumped across the sky.
A story never dies when it’s passed along—
Yeah, we’re living in the stories in the stars.