Текст песни Song of Wandering Aongus - Christy Moore
I
wish
out
to
the
hazel
wood
Because
a
fire
was
in
my
head
And
I
cut
and
peeled
a
hazel
wand
And
hooked
a
berry
with
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
door
And
someone
called
me
by
by
name.
It
had
become
a
glimmering
girl
With
apple
blossoms
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
goner
And
kiss
her
lips
andc
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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