My young love said to me: 'My father won't mind And my mother won't cite you for your lack of kind.' Then she drew closer to me and this she did say: 'It will not be long, long, love 'till 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 then she went homeward with one star awake As the swan in the evening, the evening moves over the lake Last night she came to me she came softly in, So softly she came that her feet made no din And she laid her hand on me, and this she did say' 'It will not be long, long, love 'till our wedding day.'