[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:00.49]Golden Apples Of The Sun - Judy Collins [00:16.17]I went out to the hazel wood [00:21.95]Because a fire was in my head [00:30.05]Cut and peeled the hazel wand [00:34.96]And hooked a berry to a thread [00:42.93]And when white moths were on the wing [00:48.74]And moth like stars were flickering out [00:56.67]I dropped the berry in a stream [01:02.59]And caught a little silver trout [01:24.55]When I had laid it on the ground [01:30.25]And gone to blow the fire aflame [01:37.40]Something rustled on the floor [01:44.28]And someone called me by my name [01:52.50]It had become a glimmering girl [01:58.24]With apple blossom in her hair [02:06.45]Who called me by my name and ran [02:12.52]And vanished in the brightening air [02:35.38]Though I am old with wandering [02:42.40]Through hollow lands and hilly lands [02:49.54]I will find out where she has gone [02:57.28]And see her lips and take her hand [03:05.31]And walk through long green dappled grass [03:11.48]And pluck till time and times are done [03:19.77]The silver apples of the moon [03:28.62]The golden apples of the sun
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:00.49]Golden Apples Of The Sun - Judy Collins
[00:16.17]I went out to the hazel wood
[00:21.95]Because a fire was in my head
[00:30.05]Cut and peeled the hazel wand
[00:34.96]And hooked a berry to a thread
[00:42.93]And when white moths were on the wing
[00:48.74]And moth like stars were flickering out
[00:56.67]I dropped the berry in a stream
[01:02.59]And caught a little silver trout
[01:24.55]When I had laid it on the ground
[01:30.25]And gone to blow the fire aflame
[01:37.40]Something rustled on the floor
[01:44.28]And someone called me by my name
[01:52.50]It had become a glimmering girl
[01:58.24]With apple blossom in her hair
[02:06.45]Who called me by my name and ran
[02:12.52]And vanished in the brightening air
[02:35.38]Though I am old with wandering
[02:42.40]Through hollow lands and hilly lands
[02:49.54]I will find out where she has gone
[02:57.28]And see her lips and take her hand
[03:05.31]And walk through long green dappled grass
[03:11.48]And pluck till time and times are done
[03:19.77]The silver apples of the moon
[03:28.62]The golden apples of the sun
