Дата и время
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Am Am/g Am Am/g F Em Am F I went out to the hazel wood, G Am Because a fire was in my head, F And cut and peeled a hazel wand, G Am And hooked a berry to a thread; G C And when white moths were on the wing, F Dm And moths-like stars were flickering our, Am E G F I dropped the berry in a stream Em Am And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her head Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; G C And walk among long dappled grass, F Dm D And pluck till time and times are done Am E G D F The silver apples of the moon, Em Am The golden apples of the sun.