Em D C D G Em D A Em [Verse]D I went out to the hazel woodAm Em Because a fire was in my headD And cut and peeled a hazel wandAm Em And hooked a berry to a thread [Verse]G D And when white moths were on the wingEm B7 And moth-like stars were flickering outEm D I dropped the berry in a streamAm Em D A Em And caught a little silver trout[Verse]D When I had laid it on the floorAm Em I went to blow the fire a-flameD But something rustled on the floorAm Em And someone called me by my name [Verse]G D It had become a glimmering girlEm B7 With apple blossom in her hairEm D Who called me by my name and ranAm Em And faded through the brightening air [Instrumental] Em D C D Em x2 [Verse]D Though I am old with wanderingAm Em Through hollow lands and hilly landsD I will find out where she has goneAm Em And kiss her lips and take her hands [Verse]G D And walk among long dappled grassEm B7 And pluck till time and times are doneEm D The silver apples of the moonAm Em The golden apples of the sun
Glimmering Girl
Méav Ní Mhaolchatha
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