The Waterboys - Song of Wandering Aengus lyrics

Scott-Yeats 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 ground I went to blow the fire a-flame But something rustled on the floor And some one 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 gra** And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun.