Al Basam
I went out to a hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame
But something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck til time and times are done
I came across a canyon large
Where jagged rocks assailed the sky
With only one thought taking charge
I had to find her lest I die
I walked along an aching path
Which stretched through winding tall green flames
And reached a deep blue shining bath
And there I finally called her name
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
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
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
And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck til time and times are done
Because a fire was in my head
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame
But something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck til time and times are done
I came across a canyon large
Where jagged rocks assailed the sky
With only one thought taking charge
I had to find her lest I die
I walked along an aching path
Which stretched through winding tall green flames
And reached a deep blue shining bath
And there I finally called her name
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
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
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
And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck til time and times are done
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Writer(s): Oliver Cameron
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