Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, Where Time is not, and only dreamers are. Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Star from of old, though Magi-Kings are dead yet man, with hope still seeks the manger-bed. O lead me to the Holy, Heavenly Child Across this dreamland so lone and wild. Then I will speak this prayer unsaid, And I still kiss His little haloed head: My star and I, we love you, little child. Enter our hearts, O Holy infant mild.