Текст песни Golden Apples of the Sun - Judy Collins
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
1 Maid of Constant Sorrow
2 The Prickle Bush
3 Wild Mountain Thyme
4 Tim Evans
5 Sailor's Life
6 Bold Fenian Men
7 Wars of Germany
8 O' Daddy Be Gay
9 I Know Where I'm Going
10 John Riley
11 Pretty Saro
12 The Rising of the Moon
13 Golden Apples of the Sun
14 Bonnie Ship the Diamond
15 Little Brown Dog
16 Twelve Gates to the City
17 Christ Child Lullaby
18 Great Selchie of Shule Skerry
19 Tell Me Who I'll Marry
20 Fannerio
21 Crow on the Cradle
22 Lark in the Morning
23 Sing Hallelujah
24 Shule Aroon
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