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