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Song Of The Wandering Aengus

  • (Richard Dyer-Bennett / William Butler Yeats)

    I went down 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 the berry in a stream
    And hooked a little silver trout

    When I had laid it on the floor
    I went to blow the fire aflame
    When 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 faded in the brightening air

    Though I am old with wandering
    Through hollow lands and hilly lands
    I will find out where she is gone
    And kiss her lips and hold her hands
    And walk among long dappled grass
    And pluck till time and times are done
    The silver apples of the moon
    The golden apples of the sun

    (as sung by Christy Moore)

Susannes Folksong-Notizen

  • [1988:] The hazel is always known as the sacred tree of wisdom in Irish mythology [...]. (Stewart, St. George 30)

Quelle: Ireland

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