Pete Seeger — She Moved Through the Fair

My young love came to me She moved through the fair So softly she wandered both here and there And she laid her hand on me and this she did say "It will not be long, long 'til our wedding day" My young love came to me She softly came in So softly she came, that her feet made no din Then she made her way homeward With one star awake, like the swan in the evening moves over the lake