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 stepp'd away from me
And this she did say,
"Oh, it will not be long, love,
'Til our wedding day."

She stepped away from me
And she moved thro' the fair.
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And then she went homeward
With one star awake
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake.

The people were saying
That no two ere were wed.
And one had a sorrow
That never was said.
And I smiled as she passed
With her goods and her gear.
And that was the last
That I saw my dear.

My dead love 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,
"Oh, it will not be long, love,
'Til our wedding day."

Notes

Irish Traditional. I sang this song at a non-competitive vocal festival in late April 2005. It's got one more verse (the 3rd) than is generally sung; I wanted that vers in because I think it's important to the story... and if nothing else, this song tells a story. (catbear)