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"
As she stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And then she turned homeward
With one star awake
Like the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
The people were saying,
No two e'er were wed
But one 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.
I dreamt it last night
That my young love came in,
So softly she entered,
Her feet made no din,
She came close beside me
And this she did say,
"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."