Al Basam

I went out to a hazel wood Because a fire was in my head And cut and peeled a hazel wand And hooked a berry to a thread When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame But something rustled on the floor And someone called me by my name The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun And walk among long dappled grass And pluck til time and times are done I came across a canyon large Where jagged rocks assailed the sky With only one thought taking charge I had to find her lest I die I walked along an aching path Which stretched through winding tall green flames And reached a deep blue shining bath And there I finally called her name The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun And walk among long dappled grass And pluck til time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun And walk among long dappled grass And pluck til time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun And walk among long dappled grass And pluck til time and times are done