Lyrics

My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine." And he laid his hand on me and this he did say "Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day." Then he went away from me, he moved through the fair So sadly I watched him move here and move there And then he went homeward, just one star awake Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake Last night he came to me, my dead love came in So softly he came that his feet made no din And he laid his hand on me and this his did say "Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day."