My
young love said to me: My mother won’t mind
And my father won’t slight you for your lack of kind
And she stepped away from me; and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, ’til 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 then she went homeward, with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
Last night she came to me, she came softly in
So softly did she came that her feet made no din
Then she laid her hand on me; and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, ’til our wedding day!
