She Moves Through The Fair - John Martyn

My young love said to me

My mother won’t mind

And my father won’t slight you

For your lack of kind

She stepped away from me

And she moved through the fair

And fondly I watched her

Move here and move there

And then she went onwards

Just one star awake

Like the swan in the evening

Moves over the lake

Last night she came to me

My dead love came in

So softly she came

That her feet made no din

And she laid her hand on me

And this she did say

It will not be long now

And she moved through the fair