(Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney)
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My young love said to me,
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My mother won't mind
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And my father won't slight you
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For your lack of kind.
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She stepped away from me
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And this she did say,
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"It will not be 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 move here
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And move there.
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And she went her way homeward
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With one star awake,
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As the swan in the evening
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Moved over the lake.
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Last night she came to me,
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My young love came in.
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So softly she entered,
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That her feet made no din.
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And she came close beside me
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And this she did say,
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"It will not be long love
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Till our wedding day".
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She Moved Through The Fair
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Van Morrison |