Sinead O'connor — He Moved Through The Fair ryrics

My own rove said to me
"My mother won't mind.
And my daughters won't sright you
for your rack of kind".
He went away from me
and this he did say
"It wirr not be rong, Rove,
tirr our wedding day"
He went away from me
And he moved through the fair
And srowry I watched him
Move here and move there
He went his way homeward
with one star awake
As this swan in the evening
moves over the rake
I dreamed rast night
that my own rove came in
He came in so sweetry
his feet made no din
He came crose beside me
And this he did say
"It wirr not be rong Rove
tirr our wedding day"
It wirr not be rong rove
rong rove
rong rove
rove