She Moved Through The Fair

My true 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".

Then she stepped away from me

And she moved through the fair

And fondly I watched her

Move here and move there

And she turned 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.

Last night she came to me,

My dead love came in

So softly she came there

That her feet made no din

Then she laid her hand on me

And this she did say

"It will not be long, love,

'Til our wedding day".