She Moved Through the Fair - Peter Hollens
My young love said to me,
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind.
She stepped away from me
And this she did say,
"It will not be 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 she went her way homeward
With one star awake,
As the swan in the evening
Move over the lake
The people were saying
No two e'er were wed
But one has a sorrow
That never was said
And I smiled as she passed me
With her goods and her gear
And that was the last
That I saw of my dear.
Last night she came to me,
My dear love came in.
So softly she came
That her feet made no din.
And she lay her hand on me
And this she did say,
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day"