The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to a hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
I cut and I 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 dipped the berry in a stream
and caught a little silver trout
and when I laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame
and 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 faded through the brightening air
and though I am old with wandering
through hollow land 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 til time and times are done
the silver apples of the moon
the golden apples of the sun
Swirling goth-rock from the big voice behind '90s outfit Sunshine Blind, featuring a who's-who of dark underground denizens. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2020