Golden Apples Of The Sund-Judy Collins

[ti:Golden Apples Of The Sun] [ar:Judy Collins] [al:Be With Me] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Golden Apples Of The Sund - Judy Collins [00:07.80]Written by：Traditional [00:15.60]I went out to the hazel wood [00:20.83] [00:21.51]Because a fire was in my head [00:27.46] [00:29.63]Cut and peeled the hazel wand [00:33.84] [00:34.57]And hooked a berry to a thread [00:39.71] [00:42.50]And when white moths were on the wing [00:47.70] [00:48.50]And moth like stars were flickering out [00:54.52] [00:56.26]I dropped the berry in a stream [01:01.57] [01:02.20]And caught a little silver trout [01:07.22] [01:24.26]When I had laid it on the ground [01:28.83] [01:30.04]And gone to blow the fire aflame [01:36.12] [01:37.31]Something rustled on the floor [01:43.38] [01:44.08]And someone called me by my name [01:50.59] [01:52.17]It had become a glimmering girl [01:57.10] [01:57.99]With apple blossom in her hair [02:05.18] [02:06.04]Who called me by my name and ran [02:11.34] [02:12.16]And vanished in the brightening air [02:18.24] [02:34.97]Though I am old with wandering [02:39.97] [02:42.12]Through hollow lands and hilly lands [02:47.98] [02:49.20]I will find out where she has gone [02:56.26] [02:56.95]And see her lips and take her hand [03:02.49] [03:04.99]And walk through long green dappled grass [03:10.35] [03:11.29]And pluck till time and times are done [03:18.35] [03:19.48]The silver apples of the moon [03:27.56] [03:28.29]The golden apples of the sun