She turned away from me and moved thru' the fair
And I watched her so swiftly move here and move there.
Then she turned away homeward with one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.
Last night, I did dream that my dead love come in.
So softly she entered that her feet made no din,
Then she turned her head to me and this she did say:
"it will not be long, love, till our wedding day."