The Golden Apples Of The Sun-Terry Callier

歌手 : Terry Callier

专辑 : The New Folk Sound Of Terry Callier

语种 : 英语

时长 : 06:35

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TXT The Golden Apples Of The Sun-Terry Callier 文本歌词

The Golden Apples Of The Sun - Terry Callier

Composed by：Collins/Yeats

I went into the hazel wood

Because a fire was in my head

I 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