This song was the first song I ever arranged, but it took me about 10 years to get around to recording it. It's a setting of a very famous poem by W.B. Yeats...
lyrics
I went out to the hazel wood
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 dropped a berry in a stream
And caught 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 through 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 hands;
And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck 'til time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun.
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