Christmas Day

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 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 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)

(I shall return for you, my love)

(My love, my love, my love, 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 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