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 |