She Moved Through The Fair

My young love said to me:

"My father won't mind

And my mother won't cite you

for your lack of kind."

Then she drew closer to me

and this she did say:

"It will not be long, long, love

'till our wedding day."

She stepped away from me,

and She Moved Through the Fair

And fondly I watched her

move here and move there

And then she went homeward

with one star awake

As the swan in the evening, the evening

moves over the lake

Last night she came to me

she came softly in,

So softly she came

that her feet made no din

And she laid her hand on me,

and this she did say"

"It will not be long, long, love

'till our wedding day."