She Moved Thru' 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»
She went 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 moved through the fair.
And slowly I watched her
move ere and move there
she went away homeward
with one star awake
Like the swan in the evening
moves over the lake.
The people were saying,
no two e’er were wed
But one had a sorrow
that never was said
And I smiled as she passed
with her goods and her gear
And that was the last
that I saw of my dear.
I dreamt last night
that my young love came in
she came in so softly
her feet made no din
she stepped up beside me
and this she did say
«It will not be long love,
till our wedding day.»
«It will not be long love,
till our wedding day.»