My young love said to me
“My mother won’t mind
and my father won’t slight you
for your lack of kind
And she stepped away from me
and this she did say
It will not be long love ’till our weding day

She stepped away from me
and she moved through the fair
and fondly I watched her move here and there
And then she turned homeward
with one star awake
as the swan in the evening moves over the lake

Last night she came to me
she came softly 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 love ’till our weding day
It will not be long love ’till our weding day