I'll fetch a pail of stars for you,
though steep will be the climb,
and then to make their glimmer last,
I'll stay the hands of time.

I'll stay the hands of time for you
to make a sunset last,
then gather from it all its gold
if that is what you ask.

If that is what you ask of me,
I'll do most anything.
I'll steal the wind from winter's hold
to hasten in the spring.

To hasten in the spring I'll fly
to lasso in the sun,
and once I've captured all its rays,
I'll give you every one.

I'll give you every ray of sun,
that spans the sky so vast
if you will only grant one smile
for doing what you asked.