作词 : COLLINS, JUDY / YEATS, WILLIAM BUTLER/Judy Collins/William Yeats
作曲 : COLLINS, JUDY / YEATS, WILLIAM BUTLER/Judy Collins/Collins Judy/William Yeats
I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
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 ground
And gone to blow the fire aflame
Something rustled 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 vanished in the brightening air
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And see her lips and take her hand
And walk through long green dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : COLLINS, JUDY / YEATS, WILLIAM BUTLER/Judy Collins/William Yeats
[00:01.000] 作曲 : COLLINS, JUDY / YEATS, WILLIAM BUTLER/Judy Collins/Collins Judy/William Yeats
[00:15.269]I went out to the hazelwood
[00:21.122]Because a fire was in my head
[00:29.295]Cut and peeled a hazel wand
[00:34.038]And hooked a berry to a thread
[00:42.295]And when white moths were on the wing
[00:47.826]And moth-like stars were flickering out
[00:55.476]I dropped the berry in a stream
[01:01.725]And caught a little silver trout
[01:23.875]When I had laid it on the ground
[01:29.626]And gone to blow the fire aflame
[01:36.875]Something rustled on the floor
[01:43.539]And someone called me by my name
[01:52.042]It had become a glimmering girl
[01:57.542]With apple blossom in her hair
[02:05.706]Who called me by my name and ran
[02:11.491]And vanished in the brightening air
[02:34.673]Though I am old with wandering
[02:41.556]Through hollow lands and hilly lands
[02:48.607]I will find out where she has gone
[02:56.157]And see her lips and take her hand
[03:04.673]And walk through long green dappled grass
[03:10.605]And pluck till time and times are done
[03:19.105]The silver apples of the moon
[03:27.592]The golden apples of the sun
作词 : COLLINS, JUDY / YEATS, WILLIAM BUTLER/Judy Collins/William Yeats
作曲 : COLLINS, JUDY / YEATS, WILLIAM BUTLER/Judy Collins/Collins Judy/William Yeats
I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
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 ground
And gone to blow the fire aflame
Something rustled 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 vanished in the brightening air
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And see her lips and take her hand
And walk through long green dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : COLLINS, JUDY / YEATS, WILLIAM BUTLER/Judy Collins/William Yeats
[00:01.000] 作曲 : COLLINS, JUDY / YEATS, WILLIAM BUTLER/Judy Collins/Collins Judy/William Yeats
[00:15.269]I went out to the hazelwood
[00:21.122]Because a fire was in my head
[00:29.295]Cut and peeled a hazel wand
[00:34.038]And hooked a berry to a thread
[00:42.295]And when white moths were on the wing
[00:47.826]And moth-like stars were flickering out
[00:55.476]I dropped the berry in a stream
[01:01.725]And caught a little silver trout
[01:23.875]When I had laid it on the ground
[01:29.626]And gone to blow the fire aflame
[01:36.875]Something rustled on the floor
[01:43.539]And someone called me by my name
[01:52.042]It had become a glimmering girl
[01:57.542]With apple blossom in her hair
[02:05.706]Who called me by my name and ran
[02:11.491]And vanished in the brightening air
[02:34.673]Though I am old with wandering
[02:41.556]Through hollow lands and hilly lands
[02:48.607]I will find out where she has gone
[02:56.157]And see her lips and take her hand
[03:04.673]And walk through long green dappled grass
[03:10.605]And pluck till time and times are done
[03:19.105]The silver apples of the moon
[03:27.592]The golden apples of the sun