He Moves Through the Fair

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

And my father won't slight thee for your lack of kine"

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 fair

And slowly I watched him move here and move there

He went his way 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 one has a sorrow that never was said

And I smiled as he passed with his goods and his gear

And that was the last that I saw of my dear

I dreamt last night that my young love came in

He came in so sweetly, his feet made no din

He stepped up beside me, and this he did say

"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day

It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"