Ayoung gentle man came riding cross 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 that 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 can’t not place where he is but still my heart goes with him

I’m Saving all my Sunday clothes for the day that I will greet him

father knows, my sister knows, and my friends, know I’ll be farming

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...



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and the last words that I heard him say

were the last words that 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