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.