My young love said to me My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind Then she put her hand on me and told me She said It will not be long, love, till 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 she went her way homeward with one star awake As the swans in the evening move over the lake Last night she came to me My dead love came in And so softly she came, her feet made no din And she put her hand on me and told me She'd say It will not be long, love, till our wedding day