This song is from a poem by the Irish poet, WB Yeats. It has been covered by Christy Moore, Donovan and Judy Collins amongst others. The poem is absulutely beautiful and it is a pleasure to sing these words :-
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 flickering 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 a-flame,
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.
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;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
@C6H12B26 Thankyou for that...........I didn't know any of it but it's really good to know the background.
bless yi :)
DavidFebruary 6 months ago
The golden apples of the sun figure "the garden of the Hesperides" and much less known the "trout" is linked to the salmon. It means that it is the "knowledge" and "man in the integrity of his being " (Tuân Mac Cairill Ireland). Liban, a lady responsible of the inondation of Lough Neagh changed herself and became a salmon. She is fished by Saint Congall. She has baptism, is named Muirgen (Morgane/born from the sea) and she dies. She is the Mary-Morgane of many popular stories. Well done !
C6H12B26 6 months ago