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.