He Moved Through the Fair

My own love said to me, "My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind" He went away from me, and this he did say "It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day" He went away from me, and he moved through the fair And slowly I watched him move here and move there He went his way homeward with one star awake As the swan in the evening moves over the lake I dreamed last night that my own love came in He came in so sweetly, his feet made no din He stepped up beside me, and this he did say "It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"