Song Of The Wondering Aengus Songtext
von Caroline Herring

I went out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And 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 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 flame
And something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name


It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
She 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 upon long dappled grass
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