Besedila: Dean Martin. My Guiding Star.

Where are you my guiding star
Did you just vanish from sight, a comet passing in flight
How could you go when you must know
How precious and how dear to me you are?

I need you my guiding star
Without you shining for me I have no reason to be
So through the night love I'll search for your light, Lord
Where are you? Where are you my guiding star?