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