She Moved Thru' The Fair - Celtic Thunder

My young love said to me,

«My mother won’t mind,

and my father won’t slight you,

for your lack of kind»

She went away from me,

and this she did say.

«It will not be long, love,

till our wedding day.»

She stepped away from me

and she moved through the fair.

And slowly I watched her

move ere and move there

she went away homeward

with one star awake

Like the swan in the evening

moves over the lake.

The people were saying,

no two e’er were wed

But one had a sorrow

that never was said

And I smiled as she passed

with her goods and her gear

And that was the last

that I saw of my dear.

I dreamt last night

that my young love came in

she came in so softly

her feet made no din

she stepped up beside me

and this she did say

«It will not be long love,

till our wedding day.»

«It will not be long love,

till our wedding day.»