She Moved Through The Fair

She Moved Through The Fair - Alan Stivell

Written by：Alan Stivell

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 put her hand on me

And told me did say

How it will not

Be long love

Till our wedding day

She want away from me

And she moved through the fair

And fondly I watched her

Move here and move there

And she want turned way homeward

With one star awake

Like the swans

In the evening

Moves over lake

Last night she came to me

My dead love came in

And so softly she came

That feet made no din

As she put her hand on me

And told me did say

How it will not be long love

'Til our wedding day