These stars   No one else can see   They trapeze the height of thee   Vanish as they call      These blues   No one else can hear   No one else can sing this one for you   Can they, dear?      Things that you do are always with me   When you’re laughing, you’re always here   What’s the use in crying?   It won’t matter when we’re old      This tear   Will finally fall   Keep your eyes here   When there’s no net at all      Where the lord’s face   Is an all-night café   There’s a woman who will wait on   What you have to say   And your dreams are like marbles   In the pocket of a little boy   And they whisper when you hold them    Like a beautiful girl   Beautiful girl