Richie Havens in concert 1974 Wandering Angus

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  • Опубликовано: 15 мар 2018

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  • @Schlachthof5
    @Schlachthof5 8 месяцев назад +2

    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.

  • @jb1397
    @jb1397 8 месяцев назад +3

    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.

  • @maxhuang1179
    @maxhuang1179 3 года назад +7

    Incomparable beauty. I cried.
    It was so very long ago and
    I never found her.

    • @breeeegs
      @breeeegs 9 месяцев назад +1

      Neither have I

  • @mikmcd2075
    @mikmcd2075 Год назад +3

    wow , stunning , superb and magick ...

  • @jeffrey996
    @jeffrey996 3 года назад +4

    The man was a genius! Just an open chord and his big gnarly hands loving the guitar to sing.

  • @moongazer5073
    @moongazer5073 3 года назад +5

    Real Church

  • @mr.emanon7684
    @mr.emanon7684 3 года назад +4

    A masterpiece! 👏

  • @sattwa2
    @sattwa2 4 года назад +6

    Fantastic!