"The Hazelwood" as written by and Patrick Wolf Traditional....
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my 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 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 hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

When 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;
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.


Lyrics submitted by miss_Vegan

"The Hazelwood" as written by Patrick Wolf Traditional

Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

Lyrics powered by LyricFind

The Hazelwood song meanings
Add your thoughts

2 Comments

sort form View by:
  • 0
    General Commentsaw this live on sunday, when he was supporting The Pan I Am (Ed Larrikin's new band) at their first gig. It was the best gig of my life and this song was just utterly heartbreaking. He has such a stunning delivery and the words flowed beautifully. On a fangirlish plus side, a stray tear (or five...or twenty...) flowed, it was just too moving.
    legolass20034on December 11, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis is my favourite yeats poem
    goddamneddamarison September 02, 2008   Link

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain