Aimée Ringle

Kishore Kumar Hits — Aimée Ringle - Song of Wandering Aengus şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Aimée Ringle

albüm: Human and Tender

I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
I cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread
And when white moths were in the wind
And moth like stars were flickering out
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout
When I had lain it on the floor
And went to blow the fire a flame
Something russeled on the floor
And someone 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 brighting air
Though I am old with wandering through hollowed lands and hilly lands
I shall find out where she had gone
And kiss her face and take her hands
And walk among long dappeled grass
And pluck this time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun

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