He Moved Through The Fair - Nana Mouskouri

My young love said to me «My mother won’t mind

And my father won’t slight for your lack of kind»

And he stepped away from me and this he did say

«It will not be long, love, till our wedding day»

He stepped away from me and he went through the fair

And fondly I watched him move here and move there

And then he went honward with one star awake

As the swan in the evening moves over the lake

The people were saying «No two were e’er wed

But one had a sorrow that never was said

And I smile as he passed with his goods and his gear

And that was the last that I saw of my dear

Last night he came to me, he came softly in

So softly he came that his feet made no din

And he laid his hand on me and this he did say

«It will not be long, love, till our wedding day»