paroles de chanson Glimmering Girl - Meav
I
went
out
to
the
hazel
wood,
Because
a
fire
was
in
my
head,
And
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
floor
I
went
to
blow
the
fire
a-flame,
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
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
till
time
and
times
are
done
The
silver
apples
of
the
moon,
The
golden
apples
of
the
sun.
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