( Words by W.B. Yeats, Music by Brian Miller )
I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
I 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 a berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout
When I had laid it on the floor
And went to blow the fire aflame
And something rustled on the floor
And something called me by my name