She Moved Through The Fair

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;
Oh, it will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."

She went away from me
And moved through the fair
Where handclapping dealer’s
Loud shouts filled the air
The sunlight around her
Did sparkle and glare;
Oh, it will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."

I dreamed last night
That my love came in
She came stepping up to me
Her feet made no din
She layed her head on me
And this she did say
„Oh, it will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."