Fallen Star

Broken leaves on the ground where you once roamed,
On the top of a hill there's a windmill.
Cherished lights that were dimmed when the wind blew:
All the dreams that have died on my pillow.
Dead star, you're a dead star in a dead night.
Sleep, my fallen star.

You still make me cry as my eyes glimpse the sky,
For I'm wondering why you have left me.
I fell from a tree, that was laden with glee,
That I saw in a dream cold and dreary.
Dead star, you're a dead star in a dead night.
Sleep, my fallen star.