A young gentleman came riding past,
On a snow blue winters
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 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