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.