She moved through the fair - Shruti Box

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[D]My [G]young love said to [D]me my [C]mother won’t [D]mind
And my [C]father won’t [D]slight you for [G]your lack of [D]kine
And she [C]stepped away from [D]me and [G]this she did [D]say
It [G]will not be [D]long love till [C]our wedding [D]day.

She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair,
And fondly I watched her move here and move there;
And then she went homeward with one star awake,
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.

The people were saying that no two were e’er wed,
But one had a sorrow that never was said,
And she 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 young 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,
“It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.”