Текст песни
A young gentle man 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 awhile
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 that I won’t sleep
as I watch the stars that greet 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
the priest he says. you should thank God.
for the blessing of such beauty
and the last words that 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...
musical interlude
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
