Man in The Sky Connie Converse

There once was a girl in the olden days
Grew weary of men with a roving gaze
'Farewell fickle lovers, goodbye, goodbye
For I'm falling in love with the man in the sky'

The man in the sky he walks in haste
With three bright buckles around his waist
With a great dog near and a little dog nigh
And a steady gleam in his golden eye

The girl went out on a windy hill
And cried when the night was dark and still
'Come down, come down you man in the sky
Or else I am likely to pine and die'

The man in the sky didn't stop to talk
He went right on with his evening walk
And the great dog howled and the little dog whined
And the girl grew cold in the rising wynd

She took to her bed
From the light of the sun
But when sun his course had run
She went to window so high, so high
And waited and watched Orion go by