My young love said to me: "My mother will not mind
And my father will not like you for your lack of kind"
And she stepped away from me and this she did say:
"It will not be long, love, 'till out 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 homewards 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 has the sorrow that never was said
And she smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear
And that is the last that I saw of my dear.
Last night she came to me, she came softly in
So softly she came that our feet made no din
She layed her hand on me and this she did say:
"It will not be long 'till our wedding day".
