She Moved Through the Fair
Traditional
My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind
And me father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
Then she stepped away from me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, 'til 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 she turned homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake
I dreamt it last night that my true love came in
So softly she entered that her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"
