Song | She Moved Thro' The Fair |
Artist | Orla Fallon |
Album | Celtic Woman Presents: The Water Is Wide |
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My young love said to me | |
My mother won't mind | |
And my 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 | |
till our wedding day" | |
She stepped away from me | |
and she moved through the fair | |
and fondly I watched her | |
Moved here and move there | |
Then she made her way homeward | |
with one star awake | |
As the swan in the evening | |
moves over the lake | |
The people were saying | |
no two were e´er wed | |
But one has a sorrow | |
that never was said | |
And I smiled as she passed | |
with her goods and her gear | |
And that was the last | |
that I saw of my dear | |
I dreamt it last night | |
That my dead love came in | |
So softly she moved | |
That her feet made no din | |
Then she came close beside me | |
And this she did say | |
"It will not be long love | |
till our wedding day" |
My young love said to me | |
My mother won' t mind | |
And my 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 | |
till our wedding day" | |
She stepped away from me | |
and she moved through the fair | |
and fondly I watched her | |
Moved here and move there | |
Then she made her way homeward | |
with one star awake | |
As the swan in the evening | |
moves over the lake | |
The people were saying | |
no two were e er wed | |
But one has a sorrow | |
that never was said | |
And I smiled as she passed | |
with her goods and her gear | |
And that was the last | |
that I saw of my dear | |
I dreamt it last night | |
That my dead love came in | |
So softly she moved | |
That her feet made no din | |
Then she came close beside me | |
And this she did say | |
" It will not be long love | |
till our wedding day" |
My young love said to me | |
My mother won' t mind | |
And my 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 | |
till our wedding day" | |
She stepped away from me | |
and she moved through the fair | |
and fondly I watched her | |
Moved here and move there | |
Then she made her way homeward | |
with one star awake | |
As the swan in the evening | |
moves over the lake | |
The people were saying | |
no two were e er wed | |
But one has a sorrow | |
that never was said | |
And I smiled as she passed | |
with her goods and her gear | |
And that was the last | |
that I saw of my dear | |
I dreamt it last night | |
That my dead love came in | |
So softly she moved | |
That her feet made no din | |
Then she came close beside me | |
And this she did say | |
" It will not be long love | |
till our wedding day" |