Intro: How old was I, five or six or so The innocent years, long ago My father on his chair, reaching up so far Crowning the tree, with that old tin star And it shines so pretty, like diamonds in the sun Nothing but good things will ever come Little girl don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are May you always find the wonder of that old tin star When I grew up, found a place to live And I unpacked my things, I found a gift And it felt like home, though I'd traveled so far 'Cause there in my hands was that old tin star And now it shines so pretty, like diamonds in the sun Nothing but good things will ever come Little girl don't grow up, stay as sweet as you are May you always gaze in wonder at that old tin star (Chorus: