The Vampire - Buffy Sainte-Marie

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