Traditional



My young love said to me my mother won't mind

And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind

As he stepped away from me this she did say

- it will not be long love

Till our wedding day



And she stepped away from me and she moved thru the fair

And fondly I watched her go here and go there

She went her way homeward with one star awake

As the swan in the evening moves over the lake



And the people that no two were wed

That one has a sorrow that never was said

And I watched as she went with her goods and her gear

And that was the last time that I saw my dear



I dreamt it last night that my dead love came in

So softly she moved, her feet made no dir

She came close beside me and this she din say

It will not be long love till our wedding day