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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
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 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
