The Song of Wandering Aengus

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.