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 dream 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
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
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