Caroline Herring - Song of the wandering aengus

I went out to the hazel ^Cwood Because a ^Gfire was in my ^Amhead And I cut and peeled a hazel ^Cwand And hooked a ^Gberry to a ^Amthread

And when white ^Cmoths were on the ^Emwing And moth-like ^Amstars were flickering ^Fout I dropped a ^Amberry in a ^Cstream And caught a ^Glittle silver ^Amtrout

When I had laid it on the ^Cground I went to ^Gblow the fire a^Amflame And something rustled on the ^Cfloor And someone ^Gcalled me by my ^Amname

It had be^Ccome a glimmering ^Emgirl With apple ^Amblossoms in her ^Fhair She called me ^Amby my name and ^Cran And vanished ^Gin the brightening ^Amair

Though I am old with wander^Cing Through hollow ^Glands and hilly ^Amlands I will find out where she has ^Cgone And kiss her ^Glips and take her ^Amhands

And walk u^Cpon the dappled ^Emgrass And pluck 'til ^Amtime and times are ^Fdone The silver ^Amapples of the ^Cmoon The golden ^Gapples of the ^Amsun The silver apples of the ^Cmoon The golden ^Gapples of the ^Amsun