Friday, March 17, 2017

She Moved Through The Fair


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  1. 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 wedding day."

    She stepped away from me
    And she moved through the fair,
    And slowly I watched her move here
    And move there.
    She went her way slowly
    With one star awake,
    As the swan in the evening
    Moved over the lake.

    I dreamed last night that
    My young love came in.
    So softly she entered,
    That her feet made no din.
    She came close beside me
    And this she did say,
    "It will not be long love
    Till our wedding day"...

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