Wandering Angus
Jolie Holland Lyrics

I went out to the hazelwood
I left my home and went to a place called the hazelwood

Because a fire was in my head
Because I felt very passionate about something

I Cut and peeled a hazel wand
I cut and peeled a stick from a hazel tree

And hooked a berry to a thread
And put a berry on a string

And when white moths were on the wing
And when white moths were flying around

And moth-like stars were flickering out
And stars were disappearing like moths

I dropped a berry in a stream
I let the berry fall into the water

And caught a little silver trout
And I caught a small silver fish called a trout

When I had laid it on the floor
When I put the fish down on the ground

And went to blow the fire aflame
And went to blow on the fire to make it bigger

And something rustled on the floor
And I heard something make a rustling sound on the ground

And something called me by my name
And I heard someone say my name

It had become a glimmering girl
It turned into a shining girl

With apple blossoms in her hair
She had flowers from an apple tree in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran
She said my name and then ran away

And vanished in the brightening air
And disappeared into the brightening air

Though I am old with wandering
Even though I am old and have traveled a lot

Through hollow lands and hilly lands
Through places that were empty and places with hills

I will find out where she has gone
I will try to find out where the girl went

And kiss her lips and take her hand
And when I find her, I will kiss her and hold her hand

And walk through long green dappled grass
And we will walk through long green grass with sunlight shining down

And pluck till time and times are done
And we will pick fruit from trees forever

The silver apples of the moon
The fruit from a magical tree that grows on the moon

And the golden apples of the sun
The fruit from a magical tree that grows on the sun