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

She stepped away from me and she went through 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

Last night she 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