She Moves Through The Fair

<br>My young love said to me "My mother won`t mind<br>And my father won`t slight you for your lack of kind"<br>And she laid her hand on me and this she did say<br>"Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day"<br>And she went away from me and moved through the fair<br>And fondly I watched her move here and move there<br>And then she went onward, just one star awake<br>Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake<br>Last night she came to me, my dead love came in<br>So softly she came that her feet made no din<br>And she laid her hand on me and this she did say<br>"Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day"