If it looks the way it seems here today and my dark outlook does not want to budge...

Is all what I see blackness, or is it just maybe it's that I see the blackness in everything?

Isn't it then, precisely then, that I thank my stars that I have you?

Isn't it then, exactly then, that I thank my stars that I have you?

To be an itch, an annoying stone, is really not something I would like to be...

But you insist that I am welcome - fall within your taste, and am extraordinary...

Isn't it then, exactly then, that I thank my stars that I have you?

Isn't it then, precisely then, that I thank my stars that I have you?

And when I look up and count my stars

Then I see in them how they predict my future

And what I read in their form and heading

Is that the road ahead will be prosperous!

Yes, the dark is a darkness thing in which a person can't make without a dog fight

But there's the slightest flicker when crickets sing that it becomes visible again...

Isn't it then, right then, that I thank my stars that I have you?

Isn't it then, precisely then, that I thank my stars that I have you?

And when I look up and count my stars

Then I see in them how they predict my future

And what I read in their form and heading

Is that the road ahead will be prosperous!