Shall I tell you of the night
It was long ago
Late November and the snow

Just about to fall

And the moon was big and bright

Cold and sharp and clear
And the air was biting


Softly, swiftly down the road -
Never made a sound-
Someone came from far away

Someone tall and old

As I looked into his eyes

No reflection came
And I gave him bedding


Oh my little rosary
How I miss you so
Never used you very well

Now I never will

I am farther from you now

Than the two ends of Eternity
Now I do his bidding