Odetta — She Moved Through The Fair

My love own to me My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you For your lack of kind And laid his hand on me And this he did say It will not be long, love Till our wedding day He turned away from me And he moved through the fair And fondly I watched him Move here and move there And then he turned homeward With one star awake I as a swan in the evening Moves over the lake Last night he came to me My young love came in So softly he came That his feet made no din And laid his hand on me And this he did say It will not be long, love Till our wedding day