'Twas once ago, one winter night.
A star blew by in the twilight.
The star was beautiful in every way.
And the wind sort of whispered to say,
"This is my star. Isn't it bright!
On this cloudy night in the twilight!"
So every winter night in the twilight,
I look out into the mist of the night
To see the windstar soaring high
To see it every year by and by.

(The Windstar - No Date)

LaLa Leo