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 laid her hand on me and this she did say  "Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day"  And she went away from me and moved through the fair  And fondly I watched her move here and move there  And then she went onward, 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  "Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day"