

The little stars are peeking out
Behind the thinning cloud,
The peek-a-boo of one or two
Becomes a buoyant crowd.
The starlight brings the night sweet joy
And lift its darkling shroud,
While laughter bubbles in my heart
And longs to burst out loud.
The clouds obscure the moon tonight,
Tomorrow they’ll be gone
And with them all the secret fears
That I’ve been dwelling on
Tomorrow all the clouds will pass
And with them goes the rain
A lighter sky, a lighter heart
'Til they come back again