She Moved Through the Faire

My young love said to me  
  "My mother won't mind,  
And my father won't slight you  
  for your lack of kind.

And she stepped away from me  
  and this she did say,  
"It will not be long, love,  
  till our wedding day."

She stepp'd away from me  
  and went thro' 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   
  moves over the lake.

"The people were saying  
no two were e'er wed  
But once had a sorrow  
that never was said.

And I 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,  
  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, love,   
  till our wedding day."

found on "Terry's Music Stop"