She Moved 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 stepped away from me

and this she did say,

'It will not be long, love,

till our wedding day'

She stepped away from me,

and she went 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

moves over the lake.

The people were saying,

'no two e'er were red'

But one had a sorrow

that never was said

And I smiled as she passed me

with her goods and her gear,

And that was the last

that I saw of my dear.

Last night she came to me,

my true love came in,

And she came in so easy

her feet made no din.

As she laid her hands on me

and this she did say

'It will not be long love,

'till our wedding day'

No, it won't be long my love.