My young love said to me:
"My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kine."
And she stepped away from me
And this she did say:
"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."
She stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair,
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there.
And she made her way homeward,
One star awake,
As the swan in the evening
Moved on from the lake.
Last night I dreamt
My young love came in,
So softly she entered
Her feet made no din.
And she came close beside me
And this she did say:
"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."
"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."