Elizabeth Fraser - She Moved Through the Fair

My young love said to me,“My mother won’t mindAnd my father won’t slight youFor your lack of kind.”And she stepped away from meAnd this she did say:“It will not be long, love,Till our wedding day.”
As she stepped away from meAnd she moved through the FairAnd fondly, I watched herMove here and move thereAnd then she turned homewardWith one star awakeLike the swan in the eveningMoves over the lake.
The people were saying,No two e’er were wedBut one had a sorrowThat never was saidAnd I smiled as she passedWith her goods and her gear,And that was the lastThat I saw of my dear.
Last night she came to me,My dead love came inSo softly she cameThat her feet made no dinAs she laid her hand on meAnd this she did say“It will not be long, love,Till our wedding day.”
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