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  • 作词 : Traditional
    作曲 : Traditional
    I went out to the hazelwood
    Because a fire was in my head
    Cut and peeled a hazel wand
    And hooked a berry to a thread
    And when white moths were on the wing
    And moth-like stars were flickering out
    I dropped the berry in a stream
    And caught a little silver trout
    When I had laid it on the ground
    And gone to blow the fire aflame
    Something rustled on the floor
    And someone called me by my name
    It had become a glimmering girl
    With apple blossom in her hair
    Who called me by my name and ran
    And vanished in the brightening air
    Though I am old with wandering
    Through hollow lands and hilly lands
    I will find out where she has gone
    And see her lips and take her hand
    And walk through long green dappled grass
    And pluck till time and times are done
    The silver apples of the moon
    The golden apples of the sun
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Traditional
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Traditional
    [00:15.269]I went out to the hazelwood
    [00:21.122]Because a fire was in my head
    [00:29.295]Cut and peeled a hazel wand
    [00:34.038]And hooked a berry to a thread
    [00:42.295]And when white moths were on the wing
    [00:47.826]And moth-like stars were flickering out
    [00:55.476]I dropped the berry in a stream
    [01:01.725]And caught a little silver trout
    [01:23.875]When I had laid it on the ground
    [01:29.626]And gone to blow the fire aflame
    [01:36.875]Something rustled on the floor
    [01:43.539]And someone called me by my name
    [01:52.042]It had become a glimmering girl
    [01:57.542]With apple blossom in her hair
    [02:05.706]Who called me by my name and ran
    [02:11.491]And vanished in the brightening air
    [02:34.673]Though I am old with wandering
    [02:41.556]Through hollow lands and hilly lands
    [02:48.607]I will find out where she has gone
    [02:56.157]And see her lips and take her hand
    [03:04.673]And walk through long green dappled grass
    [03:10.605]And pluck till time and times are done
    [03:19.105]The silver apples of the moon
    [03:27.592]The golden apples of the sun