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 he 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...