She Moved Through The Fair

My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
Then she stepped away from me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"

She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
Then she made her way homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake