Star-Eyed Stella

When Star-Eyed Stella starts to smile, you hear the call of distant trade winds beckoning

She steers through all your guile, and sails the reaches of your soul with perfect reckoning

When the sun is high, the ringing of her laughter is the very breath of spring

And when the moon is low, she will take you to that moment where the angels sing

When Star-Eyed Stella gets the blues, the stardust hangs suspended in a mist of tears

All your overtures refused, and stormy weather clouding up the atmosphere

There's nothing you can do but embrace the roaring tempest, as you hold her near

And if you see it through, the glow of starlight soon will start to reappear

Days go rushing past; evenings sighing softly as the whippoorwill

Occasions fill your glass; you think you might forget her, but you never will