Song of Wandering Aongus - Christy Moore

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 grass

And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon

The golden apples of the sun