She Moves Through The Fair
Words by Padraic Colum
Music Traditional

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 she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there.
And then she went homeward,
Just one star away
Like the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake.

Last night she came to me,
My dead love came 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”
And she moved through the fair.