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      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.