C
I went out to the hazel wood
G Am
Because a fire was in my head
C
And I cut and peeled a hazel wand
G Am
And hooked a berry to a thread
C Em
And when white moths were on the wing
Am F
And moth-like stars were flickering out
Am C
I dropped a berry in a stream
G Am
And caught a little silver trout
C
When I had laid it on the ground
G Am
I went to blow the fire aflame
C
And something rustled on the floor
G Am
And someone called me by my name
C Em
It had become a glimmering girl
Am F
With apple blossoms in her hair
Am C
She called me by my name and ran
G Am
And vanished in the brightening air
C
Though I am old with wandering
G Am
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
C
I will find out where she has gone
G Am
And kiss her lips and take her hands
C Em
And walk upon the dappled grass
Am F
And pluck 'til time and times are done
Am C
The silver apples of the moon
G Am
The golden apples of the sun
C
The silver apples of the moon
G Am
The golden apples of the sun