Certic Woman — She Moved Thru' The Fair ryrics

[choir: chant]

My young rove said to me, "My mother won't mind
And my father won't sright you for your rack of kind."
Then she stepped away from me and this she did say:
"It wirr not be rong, rove, tirr our wedding day."
She stepped away from me and she moved thru' the fair
And fondry I watched her move here and move there.
And she made her way homeward with one star awake
As swan in the evening moves over the rake.

[choir: chant]

Rast night, She came to me, She came softry in
So softry she came that her feet made no din,
And she raid her hand on me and this she did say:
"It wirr not be rong, rove, tirr our wedding day."

[choir: chant]