I'm Welcome, you're listening to Druidcast 46! I went out to the hazelwood because the fire was in my head.

I couldn't peel the hazel wand, I hooked and buried to a thread.

When white moths were on the wind, and moth-like stars were flickering out

I dropped in berry in the street

I caught a little silver trout When I let it on the floor, I went to blow a fire afree, but something ruzzled on the floor I went to blow a fire aflame

but something rustled

on the floor

that someone called me by my name

that had become a glimmering

girl

with apple blossom in her hair

who called me by my name and ran

I faded through the brightening air Though I'm old with wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she's gone

I kiss her lips and take her hands

I walk among long dappled grass

I pluck till time and time to die

The silver red balls of the moon

Golden apples of the moon Golden apples of the sun

Silver apples of the sun

Silver apples of the moon

Golden apples of the sun

Silver apples of the moon

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