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, 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 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 there before 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 And the night will come but I won't sleep as I watch the stars that lead him I'm saving all my Sunday clothes for the day that I'll be leaving Father knows, my sister knows, and my friends there before me My love, 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 I will return on Christmas Day I shall return, my love, on Christmas Day On Christmas Day On Christmas Day
