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patrick wolf - the hazelwood كلمات الأغنية

i went out to the hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
and 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 fl!ckering out
i dropped the berry in a stream
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 hair
who called me by my name and ran
and faded through the brightening air

when 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;
and walk among long dappled gr-ss
and pluck till time and times are done
the silver apples of the moon
the golden apples of the sun

- patrick wolf

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