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Am FI went out to the hazel wood,
G AmBecause a fire was in my head,
FAnd cut and peeled a hazel wand,
G AmAnd hooked a berry to a thread;
G C And when white moths were on the wing,
F Dm And moths-like stars were flickering our,
Am E G F I dropped the berry in a stream
Em Am 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 some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her head
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;
G C And walk among long dappled grass,
F Dm D And pluck till time and times are done
Am E G D F The silver apples of the moon,
Em Am The golden apples of the sun.
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