In a town so quaint, where the stars do gleam,
Lived a tailor, with a dream so supreme.
With needle and thread, he'd stitch each day,
Dreaming of heaven, far away.
Oh, the tailor's dream, in the night so still,
In the heavens above, where dreams fulfill.
With stitches and seams, he'd mend his way,
In the world of wonder, night and day.
He sewed with care, in the candle's glow,
Crafting garments, like a gentle flow.
But his heart longed for, a higher place,
Yearning for heaven's embrace.
Oh, the tailor's dream, in the night so still,
Amongst angels fair, with gentle grace.
For his stitches and seams, had touched many hearts,
And earned him a home, where joy imparts.