Testo 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" And she stepped away from me And this she did say ?Oh, it will not be long, love, Till our wedding day." She went away from me And moved through the fair Where handclapping dealer?s Loud shouts filled the air The sunlight around her Did sparkle and glare ?Oh, it will not be long, love, Till our wedding day." I dreamed last night That my love came in She came stepping up to me Her feet made no din She layed her head on me And this she did say ?Oh, it will not be long, love, Till our wedding day."