As She Moved Through the Fair
TRAD, Gavin Emmanuel Murphy
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""
Ooh
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 with one star awake
As the swan, in the evening, moves over the lake
Ah
Last night she came to me, she came softly in
So softly she entered, 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""
Ooh
""It will not be long, love, till our wedding day""