I have no gifts of gold to give
No diamonds, cash or cars
No frilly clothes, nor fancy trips
I give to you the stars
Gaze upon a cloudless sky
One dark, crisp winter’s night
And let your fancy run away
And bless you with the sight
The stars in Heaven shine on us
God's pure and peaceful light
They show the way, and guide us back
To which is good and right
Remember when you’re lonely
—lost in the wilderness
The light from stars will lead you home
To peace and tenderness
The stars you see above you
Shine on me as well
Their light so pure and hopeful
Grant gifts man cannot sell
So look one night above you
When feeling all alone
Wonder at your Christmas gifts
And let your spirit roam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this spoke to me; maybe it was the way you had it laid out. eased up on the a a alliteration. yet it loses none of its sublime appeal. Goldy Locks