Alan Stivell & Simple minds - She moves through the fair // live in Paris, 1995 | Текст песни

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• Alan Stivell & Simple minds
• She moves through the fair // live in Paris, 1995

My young love said to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't tend you
For your lack of kine
And she put down hand on me
And to me did say
"Oh, it will not be long, love
Till our wedding day"

She stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And slowly I watched her
Move here and move there
She went her way slowly
And this she did say
"It will not be long, love
Till our wedding day"

Our wedding day
Our wedding day

Last night she came to me
My dead love came in
And so softly she left room
Her feet made no din
And she put down hand on me
And to me did say
"Oh, it will not be long, love
Till our wedding day"

It will not be long, love
It will not be long, love
Till your wedding day