(Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney)
My young love said to me,
My mother won't mind

And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind.
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.
And she went her way homeward

With one star awake,
As the swan in the evening
Moved over the lake.


Last night she came to me,
My young love came in.

So softly she entered,
That her feet made no din.
And she came close beside me

And this she did say,
"It will not be long love
Till our wedding day".