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 went away from me and moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her go here and go there
And then she turned homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake
Last night she came to me, my dear love came in
So softly she came that her feet made no din
As she laid her hand on me and this she did say
“It will not be long, love, ’til our wedding day”