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 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...
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