Christy Moore - Songs of Wandering Aongus lyrics

I went down to the Hazelwood 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 put the berry in a stream And hooked 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 gra** And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun.