Christmas Day

                                  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



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