The Mad Song (feat. Seán Mac Erlaine & Michelle O'Rourke)

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in his head,

And cut and 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 dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

When he had laid it on the floor

you went to blow the fire a-flame,

But something rustled on the floor, And someone called him by his name: It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called him by his name and ran And faded through the brightening air.

Though he is old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, He will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.