Тональность
Intro: Am Am/G Am Am/G F Em
Am F
I went out to the hazel wood,
G Am
Because a fire was in my head,
F
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
G Am
And hooked a berry to a thread;
G C
And when white moths were on the wing,
F Dm
And moths-like stars were flickering our,
Am E G F
I dropped the berry in a stream
Em Am
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 floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her head
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;
G C
And walk among long dappled grass,
F Dm D
And pluck till time and times are done
Am E G D F
The silver apples of the moon,
Em Am
The golden apples of the sun.
