Grandfather's sweeping up stardust
Out in the Milky Way
Borne by the ship that carries his name
Returning to Earth someday.

Others travel beside him
Whose relatives thought they should come
The, signify the human wish
To return to where they came from.

I'm sweeping out there alongside him
My mother, his daughter's there too
Think of the sights that fill days and nights
And the work that we all have to do.

Collecting the dust of creation
That our Sun is drifting through
We'll hold it tight on the journey
And send it safe home to you.

Before we come home we'll be traveling
Close to the comet Wild 2
We know there's a risk as we pass through the tail
We'll be sweeping up comet dust too.

Stardust's the name of the spacecraft
That carries us all on our way
And when we return to the blue Earth
Oh the wonders we'll tell you that day.

-- Rich Ensign, Director
Crestwood School District Planetarium
Dearborn Heights, MI