Fairport Convention

She moves 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 laid her hand on me and this she did say "Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day" And she went away from me and moved through the fair And fondly I watched her move here and move there And then she went onward, just one star awake 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 "Oh, it will not be long, lord, till our wedding day"