(Jimmy Webb & Paddy Moloney)
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My young love said to me:
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"My father won't mind
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And my mother won't cite you
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for your lack of kind."
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Then she drew closer to me
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and this she did say:
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"It will not be long, long, love
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'till our wedding day."
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She stepped away from me,
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and She Moved Through the Fair
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And fondly I watched her
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move here and move there
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And then she went homeward
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with one star awake
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As the swan in the evening, the evening
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moves over the lake
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Last night she came to me
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she came softly in,
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So softly she came
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that her feet made no din
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And she laid her hand on me,
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and this she did say"
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"It will not be long, long, love
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'till our wedding day."
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She Moved Through The Fair
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| Art Garfunkel |
