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On Christmas day |
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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 |
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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 his 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 |
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On Christmas day" |
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"I shall return for you, my love |
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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 |
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On Christmas day" |
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"I swear, I will return |
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On Christmas day |
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And yes, I shall return |
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On Christmas day" |
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"I shall return for you |
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On Christmas day |
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My love I will return |
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On Christmas day" |
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"I shall return, my love |
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On Christmas day |
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On Christmas day" |
