She Moves Thro' The Fair

Barbara Dickson

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Oh, my young love said to me
"My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For you lack of kind"
And he stepp'd away from me
And this he did say
"Oh, It will not be long, love
'Till our wedding day"

Then he stepped away from me
And he moved thro' the fair
And so fondly I watch'd him
Move here and move there
And then he made his homeward
With one star awake
Like the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake

Oh, the people were saying
You and I never wed
But we both shared a secret
That never was said
And he lay on his deathbed
And this he did say
"Oh, it will not be long, love
Till our wedding day"

Last night he came to me
My dead love came in
And so softly he moved
That his feet made no din
And he laid his hand on me
And this he did say
"Oh, it will not be long, love
'Till our wedding day"