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 reflections 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