She moved through the fair
My own love said to me, "My mother won't mindAnd my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"He went away from me and this he did say"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"
He went away from me and he moved through the fairAnd slowly I watched him, move here and move thereHe went his way homeward with one star awakeAs the swan in the evening moves over the lake
I dreamed last night that my own love came inHe came in so sweetly his feet made no dinHe stepped up beside me and this he did say"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"