Catching A Star

I love to catch a falling star,

From the heavens up above,

Then I can carry it with me,

And always treasure it with love.

I know the star be magic,

Or else how can it fly,

So very high above,

Shooting through the sky?

So I will look up every night,

And wait until I see,

A star that falls that I can catch,

So I can carry it with me.