A young gentleman came riding past
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On a snow blue winter's day
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He asked to drink, by our fire,
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And I was pleased to let him stay
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He drank there quietly for a while,
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Then he turned and said to me
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Your eyes are green, like summer grass,
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Your lips are red like a fresh cut rose,
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Your hair is soft like an Irish stream
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And your voice is filled with sweet beauty
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And the last words I heard him say
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Were "I shall return, for you, my love, on Christmas Day"
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The night will come but I won't sleep,
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As I watch the stars that lead him,
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I cannot place where he is,
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But still my heart goes with him,
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I'm savin all my Sunday clothes
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For the day that I'll be leavin
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Father knows, my sister knows,
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And my friends, they're happy for me
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And the priest he says, you should thank God,
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For the blessing of such beauty,
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And the last words I heard him say
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Were "I shall return for you, my love, on Christmas Day"
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I shall return for you, my love, on Christmas Day.
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And the last words I heard him say
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Were the last words I ever heard him say
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I shall return for you, my love, on Christmas Day
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I swear, I will return on Christmas day,
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And yes, I shall return on Christmas day
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I shall return, for you, on Christmas day,
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My love I will return on Christmas day,
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I shall return, my love on Christmas day
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On Christmas day...
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On Christmas Day
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| Dido |
