Golden Apples of the Sun 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 threadAnd 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 troutWhen 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 nameIt had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And vanished in the brightening airThough 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 handAnd 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