My young love said to me,
My mother wrote mine,
And my father won't spite you
For your lack of kind.
And 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 finally I watched her
Go here and go there
And she went her way homeward
With one star away
As the swan in the evening
Moved over the lake.
Of people were saying
That no two were aware
But one has a sorrow
That never was there.
And I smiled as she passed away
With her gold and her gear.
And that was the last word
I saw my dear.
And I smiled as she passed away
With her gold and her gear.
And that was the last word
I saw my dear.
And I smiled as she passed away.
