Traditional      My young love said to me my mother won't mind   And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind   As he stepped away from me this she did say   - it will not be long love   Till our wedding day      And she stepped away from me and she moved thru the fair   And fondly I watched her go here and go there   She went her way homeward with one star awake   As the swan in the evening moves over the lake      And the people that no two were wed   That one has a sorrow that never was said   And I watched as she went with her goods and her gear   And that was the last time that I saw my dear      I dreamt it last night that my dead love came in   So softly she moved, her feet made no dir   She came close beside me and this she din say   It will not be long love till our wedding day