My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind."
And he stepped away from me and this he did say
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
He stepped away from me and he moved through the fair
And so fondly I watched him move here and move there
Then he made his way homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
Well I dreamt last night that my dead love came in
And so softly he moved that his feet made no din
Then he came close beside me and this he did say
"It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
Till our wedding day
Till our wedding day
Day, day, day, day...
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