My young love said to me, my mother won't mind
and my father won't slight you for your lack of kind,
and the 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 moved through the fair.
And fondly I wathed her move here and move there.
And then she went 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 pa**ed with her goods and her gear,
and that was the last that I saw of my dear,
last night she came to me, she came softly in,
so softly she came that here feet made no din.
And she laid her hand on mine and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day.