I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
I 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 aflame,
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 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 kiss her lips and hold 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.
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- Lily
- Listen
- Graffiti Tongue
- Smoke and Strong Whiskey
- Ordinary Man
- Ride On
- The Time Has Come
- Live In Dublin
- Miscellaneous
- Live At The Point
- Burning Times
- Non-Album Releases
- Live At The Point 2006
- Live In Dublin 2006
- H-Block
- Folk Tale
- Folk Awards 2012
- The Hardy Bucks Album
- Where I Come From
- Die Hit Giganten Best of Keltica