The poem from Yeats that Lizzy read at our wedding. I later put to music, before realising that it already was a 'traditional'. But to be honest, as a 'tradtional' I found it one of the most boring songs I've ever heard, so I will stick with my version.
Which version do you want to hear?
The Song of Wandering Aengus.
(Nico - sep 2010)
The Song of Wandering Aengus
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.
