Kieran Goss - The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood

Because a fire was in my head

And cut and peeled a hazel wand

Hooked a berry to a thread

And when white moths were on the wing

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

I went to blow the fire a-flame

But something rustled on the floor

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 through the brightening air

I am old with wandering

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 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

• Artist:Kieran Goss
• Album: the Starlings