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 went away from me and she moved through the fair
And so 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, "No two e'er were wed"
But one had a sorrow that never was said
She went away from me 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
And 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"