A young gentleman came riding past
On a snow blue winter's day
He asked to drink by our fire
And I was pleased to let him stay
He drank there quietly for a while
And then he turned, said to me
"Your eyes are green, like summer grass
Your lips are red, like a fresh cut rose
Your hair is soft, like an Irish stream
And your voice is filled with sweet beauty"
And the last words I heard him say
Were, "I shall return for you, my love
On Christmas Day"
And the night will come, but I won't sleep
As I watch the stars that lead him
I cannot place where he is
But still, my heart goes with him
I'm saving all my Sunday clothes
For the day that I'll be leaving
Father knows, my sister knows
And my friends, they're happy for me
And the priest, he says, "You should thank God
For the blessing of such beauty"
And the last words I heard him say
Were, "I shall return for you, my love
On Christmas Day
I shall return for you, my love
On Christmas Day"
On Christmas Day
And the last words I heard him say
Were the last words I ever heard him say
"I shall return for you, my love
On Christmas Day
I swear, I will return
On Christmas Day
And yes, I shall return
On Christmas Day"
I shall return for you
On Christmas Day
My love, I will return
On Christmas Day
I shall return, my love
On Christmas Day
On Christmas Day