The young gentleman came by 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 has drank there quietly for a while and then he turned and said to me

Your eyes are as green like summer grass
Your lips are as red like a fresh-cut rose
Your hair is as soft like an Irish stream
And your voice is filled with sweet beauty

And the last words I did heard him say were
I shall to return for you my love on Christmas Day

And the night will come but I won't be sleep
as I am watch the stars that lead him.
I cannot to place where he is but still my heart goes with him.
I'm being 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 to God
for the blessing of such beauty

And the last words I did heard him say were
I shall to return for you my love on Christmas Day
I shall to return for you my love on Christmas Day

On Christmas Day
I shall to return for you my love...

And the last words I did heard him say
Were the last words I ever did heard him say

I shall to return for you my love on Christmas Day
I said I will to return on Christmas Day
And yes, I shall to return on Christmas day
I shall to return, for you, on Christmas Day, my love
I will to return on Christmas Day
I shall to return ,my love, on Christmas Day
On Christmas Day