Juxtaposing an Irish folk song with an Asian streetscape. That’s me, butchering lyrics, since 2011. =)
My young love said to me, “My mother won’t mind
And my father won’t slight you for your lack of kind.”
Then she stepped away from me and this she did say:
“It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.”
She stepped away from me and she moved thru’ the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there.
And she made her way homeward with one star awake
As swan in the evening moves over the lake.
-She Moved Thru’ The Fair