My love said to me, My mother won't mind
And me father won't slight you for your lack of kind.
Then she stepped away from me, and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day.
She stepped away from me, and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
She went her way homeward with one star awake
As the swans in the evening moved over the lake
People were saying, No two e'er were wed
But one has a sorrow that never was said
And she smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear
And the was the last that I saw of my dear
I dreamt it last night that my true love came in
So softly she entered, her feet made no din
She came close beside me, and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day.
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