I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And 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 floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But 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 faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
[00:07.40]I went out to the hazel wood, [00:17.08]Because a fire was in my head, [00:25.49]And cut and peeled a hazel wand, [00:32.02]And hooked a berry to a thread; [00:40.93]And when white moths were on the wing, [00:50.70]And moth-like stars were flickering out, [00:59.26]I dropped the berry in a stream [01:05.34]And caught a little silver trout. [01:10.51] [01:14.24]When I had laid it on the floor [01:24.31]I went to blow the fire a-flame, [01:32.72]But something rustled on the floor, [01:38.98]And someone called me by my name: [01:47.84]It had become a glimmering girl [01:57.77]With apple blossom in her hair [02:06.27]Who called me by my name and ran [02:12.62]And faded through the brightening air. [02:17.60] [02:21.35]Though I am old with wandering [02:30.11]Through hollow lands and hilly lands, [02:38.89]I will find out where she has gone, [02:45.27]And kiss her lips and take her hands; [02:54.08]And walk among long dappled grass, [03:03.64]And pluck till time and times are done, [03:12.46]The silver apples of the moon, [03:18.96]The golden apples of the sun.