Judy Collins - Golden Apples of the Sun download song

From when poetry was poetry and song was song

Thank you for sharing. My cretin heart is moved.

i first heard this when i was 7 in 1961...my elder sister had the album...i listened spellbound to this......when she left home to marry...sne gave the record to me.....still treaure it jim

No one ever mentions the composer's name. It was Travis Edmondson.

Although this came out during the folk era, it was Also considered an "Art song"– Some very interesting chord Changes.

I discovered lately that in fact this story comes from Irish mythology ( "Lough Neagh"/ "Tuân mac Cairill "). Cairill, a man, becomes a salmon (here we have a trout). He is eaten by a woman, survives and becomes a prophet knowing all the past of Ireland. The salmon is the symbol of knowledge and of man. Carill is " The Fisher King " in " The Graal ". "Golden Apples" might well be apples found in the " Garden of the Hesperides ". Excellent ! Best wishes,

Beautiful song ever love this ever thank you Wandering Aengus

This song wakes me, just toward morning, when "white moths are on the wing" and the air is brightening before sunrise.

I didn't know at all this singer and i really like this much!!! Like Donovan, Jackson C. Frank, Nick Drake and all the very good folk of 60's and 70's that has not kept going on today.

When we meet, remind me to breathe, regularly, or practice up on your fireman's carry~

We took the name for our beautiful Malamute from this poem.

This is one of my very favorite songs. Dave Van Ronk used to sing this. Does anyone know where there is a recording of his version? There is one I have seen, but the video stops early into the song and the voice is distorted.

Golden Apples Of The Sun Judy Collins I went out to the hazelwood Because a fire was in my head 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 ground And gone to blow the fire aflame 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 vanished in the brightening air Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands I will find out where she has gone And see her lips and take her hand And walk through long green dappled grass And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun Writer(s): Yeats, Collins

I was wondering how it is that you have my painting as the image for this song?

I just can't help but wonder; what would Judy have sang if she caught a fine trouser trout. Oh! especially if I was that trout!

One of my all time favorite songs/poems. 

Yes, the music was written by Judy Collins, the poem is from the famous W. B Yeats, The Song of Wandering Aengus. This is lovely. Terry Callier also does a sublime version of it.