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Wandering Angus (Golden Apples of the Sun) (Words Wm. Butler Yeats; tune trad.) Em Dm / G Bm Am Em / G Bm Am Em / Bm Em I went out to the hazelwood Because a fire was in my head 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 And gone to blow the fire aflame Something rustled on the floor And someone called me by my name. It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And vanished 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 take her hand And walk through long green dappled grass And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun. ------------------------ Poem by William Butler Yeats, a great Irish poet at the turn of the century. The tune is traditional. On Judy Collins' GOLDEN APPLES and in her SONGBOOK. Also on some early Burl Ives. Donovan wrote a better tune. DC DC
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