Anne Briggs - She Moved 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
Then she laid her hand on me and this she did say
Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day
She laid her hand on me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
Then she laid her hand on me and this she did say
Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
And so softly she came, her feet made no din
Then she laid her hand on me and this she did say
Oh, it will not be long, love, till our wedding day