Intro: Am Am/G Am Am/G F Em

  Am         F
I went out to the hazel wood,
  G          Am
Because a fire was in my head,
               F
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
   G         Am
And hooked a berry to a thread;
 
      G             C
  And when white moths were on the wing,
     F               Dm
  And moths-like stars were flickering our,
     Am      E   G     F
  I dropped the berry in a stream
     Em         Am
  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 head
  Who called me by my name and ran
  And faded through the brightening air.

Though 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;

     G          C
  And walk among long dappled grass,
      F            Dm     D
  And pluck till time and times are done
     Am   E    G     D  F
  The silver apples of the moon,
     Em       Am
  The golden apples of the sun.