This is a beautifully haunting Irish song. Here are the words.SHE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR.My young love said to me, "My mother won't mindAnd my father won't slight you for your lack of kind."And she stepped away from me and this she did sayIt will not be long, love, till our wedding day."As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fairAnd fondly I watched her move here and move thereAnd then she turned homeward with one star awakeLike the swan in the evening moves over the lake.The people were saying, no two e'er were wedBut one had a sorrow that never was saidAnd I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gearAnd that was the last that I saw of my dear.Last night she came to me, my dead love came inSo softly she came that her feet made no dinAs she laid her hand on me and this she did say: It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day.
Wow such a beautiful song. Leave it to the Irish to make love sound so mourningful and lovely.
Lovely, Sarah. Thank you for this contribution to the blog!
One of my favorite ghost songs. Nice, Sarah!