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Kathy Mattea

He Moves Through The Fair

 

He Moves Through The Fair

(album: Pretty Bird - 2018)


My young love said to me, 'My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine'
He went away from me and this he did say
'It will not be long, love, till our wedding day'

He went away from me and he moved through the fair
And slowly I watched him move here and move there
He went his way homeward with one star awake
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake

The people were saying no two were e'er wed
But one has 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 last night that my young love came in
He came in so sweetly, his feet made no din
He stepped up beside me, and this he did say
'It will not be long love, till our wedding day
It will not be long love, till our wedding day'

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