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Published on Aug 16, 2008
A beautiful old Celtic song.
My young love said to me My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you For your lack of kind Then 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 fondly I watched her Move here and move there Then she made her way homeward with one star awake As the swan in the evening moves over the lake
I dreamt it last night That my dead love came in So softly she moved That her feet made no din Then she came close beside me And this she did say "It will not be long love, till our wedding day".