My young love said to me: "My mother won't mind And me father won't slight you For your lack of kind" And as she stepped away from me Oh 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 Move here and move there Then she took her way homeward With one star awake As the swan in the evening Moves over the lake Often people were saying That no two were wed But that one had a sorrow Of love it was said For she smiled as she passed With her goods and her gear And that was the last That I saw of my dear Last night she came to me My dead love came in So softly she came 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"