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.... musical interlude. 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.