Template:She Moved Through The Fair

My young love said to me, "My brothers won't mind

And my parents won't slight you for your lack of kind"

And she stepped away from me, and this she did say

"Oh, 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 go here and go there

Then she went her way homeward with one star awake

Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake

The people were saying that no two were e'er wed

Only one hath a sorrow that never is said

And she 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

And moving so softly, 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"