Stars are the Windows of Heaven

Stars are the windows of heaven,
Where Angels peep through.
Up in the sky, they keep an eye
On girls and boys like you.
They cry each time you are naughty,
Their teardrops are the rain.
But when you're good they are smiling
And they shine again.
Stars are the windows of heaven
Where Angels peep through.

My mother says, Angels have a book,
They make a mark each time they look.
A cross when you're good,
and an X when your bad,
Their the best friends that we ever had.

They cry each time you are naughty,
Their teardrops are the rain,
But when you're good they are smiling,
And they shine again.
Stars are the windows of heaven,
Where Angels peep through.
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I listened to an Anne Murray version of this on You Tube and it has more words than the rendition that was on the old record we had.