Golden Apples Of The Sun (Song of Wandering Aengus)

This is a traditional song words by William Butler Yeats from his poem " The Song of Wandering Aengus" words are as follows:

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 ground
and gone to blow the fire aflame,
something rustled on the ground
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 vanished 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 through long green dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

I first heard this version sung by Judy Collins.

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• William
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• Yeats
• Wandering
• Aengus
• Golden
• Apples
• Of
• The
• Sun
• traditional
• song
• poetry
• harmony
• guitar
• Judy
• Collins

[vistavision2]

Really Nice!!! placed in vv2 playlist to share with my viewers

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[carrolly2k]

Thank you!

[caraphyllis]

Lovely job!

The quintessential version of this and maybe the first recording of it is by Judy Collins from her 1962 album named after the song. It's gorgeous! The liner notes for that album say that the tune is not really a folk song, but may have been written by Richard Dyer-Bennet, a mid-20th century singer who popularized all kinds of folk music. But this is just speculation.

carrolly2k, perhaps you know about the origin of the melody?

Thanks for singing and posting.

[carrolly2k]

Thanks Cara. I do not know the origin of the melody!

[gioness11]

Nice job!

This will really help my bestfriend's project ^_^V.

[carrolly2k]

Thanks!

[touchogrey]

I agree pathbod. Crap.

[patchbod]

the voice is a vehicle for the poem. the poem, as wonderful as it is in this case, should I believe, be supported by the voice, not exploited by it! all I can hear in this performance is the voice. more emphasis on the beauty and simplicity of the poem please!

(i do hope you dont take offence about this, it's just my opinion.) it is very well performed. :)

[carrolly2k]

Thank you for your comments!

[C6H12B26]

You sing a bit like Gordon Lightfoot. Personal version. W.B. Yeats is a very mysterious poet. Luckily this poem, from his early years, is very easy to understand. I studied W.B. Yeats(I have his poems) in London some 35 years ago. Great interpretation ! Great thanks !