She Moved Through the Fair

My young love said to me,
"My mother won't mind,
and my father won't slight you
for your lack of kind."
Then she turned away from me,
and these words she did say:
"It will not be long love,
'til our wedding day."

She turned away from me
and she moved through the fair,
and fondly I watched her
move here and move there,
then she went her way homeward
with one star awake
as the swan in the evening
moves over the lake.

The people were saying
that no two were e'er wed,
but that one has a sorrow
that never was said.
I smiled as she passed me
with her goods and her gear,
and that was the last
that I saw of my dear.

I dreamt it last evening
that my lost love came in,
and so softly she entered
that her feet made no din.
She came close beside me,
and these words she did say:
"It will not be long love,
'til our wedding day."