My own love said to me "My mother won't mind.
And my father won't
slight you for
your lack of kind".
He went away from me and this he did say,
"It will not be long, love, 'till our
He went away from me
and he moved through the fair,
And slowly I watched him move here and move there,
He went his way homeward with one star awake,
As the swan in the
over the lake.
I dreamed last night
that my own love came in,
He came in so sweetly his feet made no din,
He came close beside me and this he did say,
"It will not be long, love 'till our