Golden Apples of the Sun-Judy Collins

[00:15.269]I went out to the hazelwood [00:21.122]Because a fire was in my head [00:29.295]Cut and peeled a hazel wand [00:34.038]And hooked a berry to a thread [00:42.295]And when white moths were on the wing [00:47.826]And moth-like stars were flickering out [00:55.476]I dropped the berry in a stream [01:01.725]And caught a little silver trout [01:23.875]When I had laid it on the ground [01:29.626]And gone to blow the fire aflame [01:36.875]Something rustled on the floor [01:43.539]And someone called me by my name [01:52.042]It had become a glimmering girl [01:57.542]With apple blossom in her hair [02:05.706]Who called me by my name and ran [02:11.491]And vanished in the brightening air [02:34.673]Though I am old with wandering [02:41.556]Through hollow lands and hilly lands [02:48.607]I will find out where she has gone [02:56.157]And see her lips and take her hand [03:04.673]And walk through long green dappled grass [03:10.605]And pluck till time and times are done [03:19.105]The silver apples of the moon [03:27.592]The golden apples of the sun