The Golden Apples of the Sun

Album cover art for "The Golden Apples of the Sun" by Terry Callier

Terry Callier - Pop

The Golden Apples of the Sun

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I went into the hazel wood Because a fire was in my head And cut and peeled a hazel wand And tied a berry to a thread And when white moths were on the wing And moth-like stars were flickering out I threw the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout And when I laid it on the ground And gone to blow the fire aflame Then something rustled on the floor And someone 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 from wandering In quiet lands and hilly lands I will find out where she has gone And know her mouth and take her hands And walk along green dappled grass And pluck till time and time is done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun

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Credits

Writers
  • Judy Collins
  • William Butler Yeats