Besedila: Esther Ofarim. He Moves Through The Fair.

My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind
Father won't slight you for your lack of kind."
And he stepped away from me and this he did say
It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."

As he stepped away from me and he moved through the fair
Fondly I watched him move here and move there
And then he ... (here the song ends in the film.)


(original lyrics going on with:)
... turned homeward with one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.

The people were saying, no two e'er were wed
But one had a sorrow that never was said
And I smiled as he passed with his goods and his gear
And that was the last that I saw of my dear.

Last night he came to me, my dead love came in
So softly he came that his feet made no din
As he laid his hand on me and this he did say
"It will not be long, love, 'till our wedding day."