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JUDY COLLINS - "Golden Apples Of The Sun" 1976 HD
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Judy Collins
Judy Collins
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
W.B. Yeats
W.B. Yeats
Songwriter
Judy Collins
Judy Collins
Songwriter

Lyrics

I went out to the hazelwood Because a fire was in my head 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 And gone to blow the fire aflame 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 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 see her lips and take her hands And walk through long, green, dappled grass And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun
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