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