Bring me a star that's fallen from the sky, To lay in my lady's hand. Stay time in its flight; Keep tomorrow from this night. But time it does fly, and stars do not fall. If I had a song, I'd sing it for her To tell all the love that I bear. I wish I had ribbons of crimson and gold To bind in her bonnie bright hair. But I am a poor man, no ribbons have I, Nor gold, nor songs I can sing. Tomorrow she weds at her father's command, And I have not even a gift I may bring. So give me a star that's fallen from the sky To lay in my lady's hand. Stay time in its flight; Keep tomorrow from this night. But time it does fly, and stars do not fall.