She Moved Through the Fair [Italian translation]

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 stepped away from me

And this she did say:

"It will not be long, love,

Till our wedding day"

As she stepped away from me

And she moved through the fair

And fondly I watched her

Move here and move there

And then she turned homeward

With one star awake

Like the swan in the evening

Moves over the lake

The people were saying,

No two e'er were wed

But 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 of my dear.

I dreamt it last night

That my young love came in,

So softly she entered,

Her feet made no din,

She came close beside me

And this she did say,

"It will not be long, love,

Till our wedding day."

• Artist:Irish/Scottish/Celtic Folk