Now I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands But I will find out where she's gone Kiss her lips, and take her hands And wander through the d

Now I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands But I will find out where she's gone Kiss her lips, and take her hands And wander through the dappled grass Pluck 'til time and times are done The silver apples of the Moon Golden apples of the Sun