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 went 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

Moved o'er the lake.



Last night I did dream,

That my love came in.

And so quietly she entered,

That her feet made no din.

And she laid her hands on me

And this she did say,

"It will not be long love

Till our wedding day".