I'll never see a shooting star
I wish I knew the stars by name,
By eye and not by chart.
I want to trace their ancient lines
And know their shapes by heart.
When I look up, I see the moon
And some faint points of light.
I'll never see a shooting star
When cities glow so bright.
Oh, the Milky Way
Oh, the Milky Way
Oh, the Milky Way
The Milky Way
Oh, the Milky Way
Oh, the Milky Way
Oh, the Milky Way
Has gone away.