The 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 and 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 [bad word] 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

I shall return for you

My love...

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 said 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