Wandering Angus Lyrics by Jolie Holland
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( Words by W.B. Yeats, Music by Brian Miller )

I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
I 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 a berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout

When I had laid it on the floor
And went to blow the fire aflame
And something rustled on the floor
And something called me by my name
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms 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 kiss her lips and take her hand

And walk through long green dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
And the golden apples of the sun
( Words by W.B. Yeats, Music by Brian Miller )      I went out to the hazelwood   Because a fire was in my head   I 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 a berry in a stream   And caught a little silver trout      When I had laid it on the floor   And went to blow the fire aflame   And something rustled on the floor   And something called me by my name   It had become a glimmering girl   With apple blossoms 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 kiss her lips and take her hand      And walk through long green dappled grass   And pluck till time and times are done   The silver apples of the moon   And the golden apples of the sun