Don't Let The Stars Get in Your Eyes

"Don't Let the Stars Get in Your Eyes" is an off meter ballad concerning a man away from home worried that his paramour may unwittingly stray from their relationship. The song was recorded in many different styles by many artists. It was written by Winston L. Moore (whose stage name was Slim Willet) and was published in 1952. The title comes from the opening refrain:

Don't let the stars get in your eyes,
Don't let the moon break your heart.

The song was first recorded by Slim Willet and the Brush Cutters (4 Star 11614, reaching #1) and then by Ray Price (Columbia 4-21025, reaching #4). Skeets McDonald followed with a Western swing hit, reaching #1 and staying on the charts 18 weeks. His version was released by Capitol Records as catalog number 2216 with the flip side “Big Family Trouble."

The best selling performance was a pop version recorded by Perry Como with The Ramblers on November 4, 1952 and released in the following versions:

  • In the United States, by RCA Victor, as a 78 rpm single record (catalog number 20-5064) and a 45 rpm single (catalog number 47-5064), with the flip side "Lies." This record reached #1 on the US Billboard charts.
  • In Argentina by RCA Victor, as a single (catalog number 68-0722) with the flip side "No Hay Bote Como El De Remo."
  • In the United Kingdom, by HMV, as a 78 rpm single (catalog number B-10400), with the flip side "To Know You (Is to Love You)." This record reached #1 in the UK Singles Chart.
  • In Germany, by HMV, as a 78 rpm single (catalog number X-8080), with the flip side “Outside of Heaven” by Eddie Fisher.

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