My young love once said to me "My Mother wont mind And my Father won't slight you For your lack of kind" And she laid her hand on me And this she did say "Oh it will not be long, love Till our wedding day" And she went away from me And moved through the fair And fondly I watched her Move here and move there And she went onward Just one step away Like the swan in evening Move over lake Last night she came to me My dead love came in So sofltly she came And her feet made no dent And she lay her hand on me And this she did say "Oh it will not be long, love Till our wedding day"