She Moved Through The Fair - Peter Hollens

My love said to me, My mother won’t mind

And me father won’t slight you for your lack of kind.

Then 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

She went her way homeward with one star awake

As the swans in the evening moved over the lake

People were saying, No two e’er were wed

But one has a sorrow that never was said

And she smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear

And the was the last that I saw of my dear

I dreamt it last night that my true love came in So softly she entered, her feet made no din

She came close beside me, and this she did say:

It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day.