Christmas Day

On 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
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".

The night will come but I won't sleep
As I watch the stars that lead him
I cannot place where his is
But still my heart goes with him
I'm savin all my Sunday clothes
For the day that I'll be leavin
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
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...