Second Star

When you pass the second star to the right,
It shines ever bright,
Before your own eyes
And taunts you within the moonlight,
Chasing you where ever it lies.
When you point to the sky,
It shines so bright,
Which makes your eyes soar high
High enough to make you wanna fly
With it in the moonlight,
And never wanting to say goodbye.
The second star to the right,
Shines ever bright,
Within the moonlight,
Chasing you where ever it lies,
Right before your eyes.