I was listening to a recording of some Irish folk musicians and found a beautiful, tragic ballad. I transcribed the lyrics, but Google has turned up little in terms of a proper title or origins for this song.

Here's my transcription:

Dawn of day once more is broken
Snow falls thickly, white as foam
Lo, the horse comes with no rider
Ah, my love has not come home

Day has dawned, the door is open
Wet and tired fell in the steed
His kind breast wounded and gory
In the door he fell to bleed

"Steed beloved, haste to tell me
Where you left my own true love.
In what vale, lone and forsaken,
With what crowning rock above?"

Clouds have gathered, all is darkness
Here alone I sit and weep
I must mourn, grieving forever,
For my love in sorrow deep

The title on the recording was listed as "Daybreak," but I've found no leads from that either.