Mary Black - She Moves Through The Fair

My love said to me
My Mother won't mind
And me Father won't slight you
For you 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
Move here and move there
And she went her way homeward
With on star awake
As the swans in the evening
Move over the lake