Golden Apples of the Sun Lyrics

[00:00.000]	作曲 : Paul Winter/Karan Casey/Paul Halley/W.B. Yeats
[00:01]	I went out to the hazel wood,
[00:07]	Because a fire was in my head,
[00:13]	And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
[00:20]	And hooked a berry to a thread;
[00:26]	And when white moths were on the wing,
[00:34]	And moth-like stars were flickering out,
[00:40]	I dropped the berry in a stream
[00:48]	And caught a little silver trout.
[00:57]	When I had laid it on the floor
[01:04]	I went to blow the fire a-flame,
[01:09]	But something rustled on the floor,
[01:16]	And someone called me by my name:
[01:22]	It had become a glimmering girl
[01:29]	With apple blossom in her hair
[01:36]	Who called me by my name and ran
[01:43]	And faded through the brightening air.
[01:51]	Though I am old with wandering
[01:58]	Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
[02:05]	I will find out where she has gone,
[02:12]	And kiss her lips and take her hands;
[02:19]	And walk among long dappled grass,
[02:26]	And pluck till time and times are done,
[02:33]	The silver apples of the moon,
[02:40]	The golden apples of the sun.

[00:00.000]	zuo qu : Paul Winter Karan Casey Paul Halley W. B. Yeats
[00:01]	I went out to the hazel wood,
[00:07]	Because a fire was in my head,
[00:13]	And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
[00:20]	And hooked a berry to a thread
[00:26]	And when white moths were on the wing,
[00:34]	And mothlike stars were flickering out,
[00:40]	I dropped the berry in a stream
[00:48]	And caught a little silver trout.
[00:57]	When I had laid it on the floor
[01:04]	I went to blow the fire aflame,
[01:09]	But something rustled on the floor,
[01:16]	And someone called me by my name:
[01:22]	It had become a glimmering girl
[01:29]	With apple blossom in her hair
[01:36]	Who called me by my name and ran
[01:43]	And faded through the brightening air.
[01:51]	Though I am old with wandering
[01:58]	Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
[02:05]	I will find out where she has gone,
[02:12]	And kiss her lips and take her hands
[02:19]	And walk among long dappled grass,
[02:26]	And pluck till time and times are done,
[02:33]	The silver apples of the moon,
[02:40]	The golden apples of the sun.

[00:00.000]	zuò qǔ : Paul Winter Karan Casey Paul Halley W. B. Yeats
[00:01]	I went out to the hazel wood,
[00:07]	Because a fire was in my head,
[00:13]	And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
[00:20]	And hooked a berry to a thread
[00:26]	And when white moths were on the wing,
[00:34]	And mothlike stars were flickering out,
[00:40]	I dropped the berry in a stream
[00:48]	And caught a little silver trout.
[00:57]	When I had laid it on the floor
[01:04]	I went to blow the fire aflame,
[01:09]	But something rustled on the floor,
[01:16]	And someone called me by my name:
[01:22]	It had become a glimmering girl
[01:29]	With apple blossom in her hair
[01:36]	Who called me by my name and ran
[01:43]	And faded through the brightening air.
[01:51]	Though I am old with wandering
[01:58]	Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
[02:05]	I will find out where she has gone,
[02:12]	And kiss her lips and take her hands
[02:19]	And walk among long dappled grass,
[02:26]	And pluck till time and times are done,
[02:33]	The silver apples of the moon,
[02:40]	The golden apples of the sun.

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