She Moves Thro' the Fair - Barbara Dickson

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»