Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
Susan Reed
My own love said to me
"Your mother won't mind
And your father won't slight me
For my lack of kind"
He put his arms around me
These words, he did say:
"It will not be long, love
'Til our wedding day"
He stepped away from me
And he moved through the fair
I watched him fondly
Move here and move there
At last he went homeward
With one star awake
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
Last night he came to me
He stole softly in
He moved so softly
His feet made no din
He put his arms around me
These words, he did say:
"It will not be long, love
'Til our wedding day"
He Moved Through the Fair was written by Traditional.
He Moved Through the Fair was produced by Jac Holzman.