My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind" And 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 went 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 Last night she came to me, she came softly 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, 'til our wedding day"