Christmas Day - Gene Autry, Eddie Fisher

A young gentleman came riding past

On a snow blue winter’s day

He asked to drink, by our fire,

And I was pleased to let him stay

He drank there quietly for a while,

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 I heard him say

Were «i shall return, for you, my love, on christmas day»

The night will come but I won’t sleep,

As I watch the stars that lead him,

I cannot place where his is,

But still my heart goes with him,

I’m savin all my sunday clothes

For the day the day that I’ll be leavin

Father knows, my sister knows,

And my friends, they’re happy for me And the priest he says, you should thank god,

For the blessing of such beauty,

And the last words 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.

And the last words I heard him say

Were the last words 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…