My young love said to me: 
"My father won't mind 
And my mother won't cite you 
For your lack of kind." 
Then she drew closer to me 
And this she did say: 
"It will not be long, 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 then she went homeward 
With one star awake 
As the swan in the evening, the evening 
Moves over the lake 

Last night she came to me 
She came softly in, 
So softly she came 
That her feet made no din 
And she laid her hand on me, 
And this she did say" 
"It will not be long, long, love 
'Till our wedding day."