He Moved Through The Fair - Maggie Reilly

My young love said to me: «My mother won’t mind

And my father won’t slight you for your lack of kind.»

And he laid his hand on me and this he did say:

«Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.»

And he went away from me and moved through the fair

And fondly I watched him move here and move there

And he laid his hand on me and this he did say:

«Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.»

Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see

My own darling duo sat smiling by me

And he laid his hand on me and this he did say:

«Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.»

Last night he came to me, my dead love came in

And so softly he came that his feet made no din

And then he went homeward just one star awake

Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake

My young love said to me: «My mother won’t mind

And my father won’t slight you for your lack of kind.»

And he laid his hand on me and this he did say:

«Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.»

And he laid his hand on me and this he did say:

«Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day.»