She moved through the fair

 

 

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
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.

Last night she came to me,
my dead love came in.
So softly she came
that her feet made no din.
As she laid her hand on me
and this she did say:
It will not be long, love,
til our wedding day.