You love me, you say, and I think you do,
But I know so many who dont,
And how can I say Ill be true to you
When I know very well that I wont?
I have journeyed long and my goal is far,
I love, but I cannot bide,
For as sure as rises the morning star,
With the break of day Ill ride.
I was doomed to ruin or doomed to mar
The home wherever I stay,
But Ill think of you as the morning star
And they call me Break o Day.
They well might have named me the Fall o Night,
For drear is the track I mark,
But I love fair girls and I love the light,
For I and my tribe were dark.
You may love me dear, for a day and night,
You may cast your life aside;
But as sure as the morning star shines bright
With the break of day Ill ride.
There was never a lover so proud and kind,
There was never a friend so true;
But the song of my life I have left behind
In the heart of a girl like you.
There was never so deep or cruel a wrong
In the land that is far away,
There was never so bitter a broken heart
That rode at the break of day.
God bless you, dear, with your red-gold hair
And your pitying eyes of grey
Oh! my heart forbids that a star so fair
Should be marred by the Break o Day.
Live on, my girl, as the girl you are,
Be a good and a true mans bride,
For as sure as beckons the evening star
With the fall o night Ill ride.
I was born to ruin or born to mar
The home wherever I light.
Oh! I wish that you were the Evening Star
And that I were the Fall o Night.
