She Moves Through The Fair

My young love said to me "My mother won't mind

And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"

And she laid her hand on me and this she did say

"Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day"

And she went away from me and moved through the fair

And fondly I watched her move here and move there

And then she went onward, just one star awake

Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake

Last night she came to me, my dead love came in

So softly she came that her feet made no din

And she laid her hand on me and this she did say

"Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day