It’s actually called ‘The Song of Wandering Aengus’ - from 1899 by WB Yeats It’s an unexpected and unique interpretation, such a creative performer.
@maxhuang11793 жыл бұрын
Incomparable beauty. I cried. It was so very long ago and I never found her.
@breeeegs Жыл бұрын
Neither have I
@mikmcd20752 жыл бұрын
wow , stunning , superb and magick ...
@Schlachthof5 Жыл бұрын
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 a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone 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. 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; 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.
@jeffrey9964 жыл бұрын
The man was a genius! Just an open chord and his big gnarly hands loving the guitar to sing.