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As I continue cleaning up missing items in my filk book and on the website, I've got this song. It was my second attempt at writing a song about a soldier far away from home. I never liked it as well as I do "One Last Battle", which probably has a lot to do with why it's been buried for a long time.
Words and Music: Bill Roper
Copyright 1980
Your Star
There is a star in the sky – your star.
I left you there, so far away,
And went to fight for a warrior's pay.
God be willing, I'll return some day
And find you there waiting for me.
(Chorus)
One by one, pass the minutes.
One by one, pass the hours.
One by one, I see the stars rise
And recall all the things that were ours.
There is a star in the sky – your star.
Shining down on the battlefield
Where soldiers with their rifles kneeled.
Tired and bloody, they would not yield
Nor give up an inch in retreat.
(Chorus)
There is a star in the sky – your star.
Light dimmed by magnesium flare
Burning bright in the clear night air
O'er the dead and the wounded lying there.
Thank God the bullets missed me.
(Chorus)
There is a star in the sky – your star.
This night's watch is finally done.
I go to my foxhole, my hand on my gun.
There to wait for the morning sun.
To lie, to sleep, and to dream.
(Chorus)
And recall all the things that were ours.
Words and Music: Bill Roper
Copyright 1980
Your Star
There is a star in the sky – your star.
I left you there, so far away,
And went to fight for a warrior's pay.
God be willing, I'll return some day
And find you there waiting for me.
(Chorus)
One by one, pass the minutes.
One by one, pass the hours.
One by one, I see the stars rise
And recall all the things that were ours.
There is a star in the sky – your star.
Shining down on the battlefield
Where soldiers with their rifles kneeled.
Tired and bloody, they would not yield
Nor give up an inch in retreat.
(Chorus)
There is a star in the sky – your star.
Light dimmed by magnesium flare
Burning bright in the clear night air
O'er the dead and the wounded lying there.
Thank God the bullets missed me.
(Chorus)
There is a star in the sky – your star.
This night's watch is finally done.
I go to my foxhole, my hand on my gun.
There to wait for the morning sun.
To lie, to sleep, and to dream.
(Chorus)
And recall all the things that were ours.