Christmas Day Dido

The young gentleman came riding past
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 a while
And 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

And the night will come
But I won't sleep
As I watch the stars that lead him
I cannot place where he is
But still my heart goes with him
I'm saving all my Sunday clothes
For the day that I'll be leaving