Andreas Scholl 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.
She stepped away from me
And this she did say,
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day".
She stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here
And move there.
And she went her way homeward
With one star awake,
As the swan in the evening
Moved over the lake.
Last night she came to me,
She came softly in.
So softly she came,
That her feet made no din.
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say,
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day".
