Traditional Irish Folk
She Moved Through The Fair
[Verse]
My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind,"
Then she went away from me, and this she did say:
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."

[Verse]
She stepped away from me, and she moved through the fair
And fondly, I watched her move here and move there
And she turned her way homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evenin' moves over the lake

[Verse]
Last night she came to me, my true love came in
So softly she entered, her feet made no din
She came close beside me, and this she did say:
"It will not be long love, till our wedding day."