We saw the “ Yeats” tour at Hammersmith those years ago,,,, Beautiful song that still brings a tear to the eye,,,,especially as we age,,, Just a stunning gig that will never be forgotten by those who were there,,,, “ thrill is gone” was another that night,,
William Butler Yeats' poetry and songs are strong and evocative. This is a great interpretation of his imaginary by Mick Scott. It's Melody & Eros at its finest...
Lyrics Scott-Yeats 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 ground I went to blow the fire a-flame But something rustled on the floor And some one 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 The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun. Source: Musixmatch
Aengus, (or Angus) Celtic god of love Angus is depicted as a young, handsome god with 4 birds fluttering around his head (symbolizing kisses): those who heard his trillion were charmed; It also has a cloak of invisibility, with which it would envelop its protégés. History Boann was married to Nechtan (or Elcmar, according to sources) ... to hide his infidelity with Dagda, this made the sun shine for 9 months; Angus was conceived and born on the same day. His adoptive father was Midir (or Midhir), son also of Dagda and Danú (matriarch of the Tuatha Dé Danann). The legend of Angus and Caer. One night, while Angus slept, a beautiful young woman appeared in the dream; When Angus woke up, he was in love with her, so much that he could not even eat. The next night the same young woman reappeared in the dream, this time playing with a harp a beautiful melody ... Angus awoke even more in love with what he already was, so much that he fell ill with love. Informed Boann of what happened to her son, he ordered the girl to be found all over Ireland; After a year of searching without result, Boann requested aid to Dagda. There are sources in which they say that Dagda also searched for a year without results before resorting to Bodb; Others point out that Dagda directly ordered King Bodb the Red to conduct the search. Bodb the Red was looking for a year, until he located the girl in Lake Mouth of Dragon. Angus traveled to the palace of King Bodb, where he was received with honors; Informed of the situation, was taken to the lake, where there were 150 girls walking in pairs, tied with a chain of gold ... Angus recognized his beloved immediately ... was (as told by Bodb) Caer, daughter of the king Ethal. Informed Dagda of everything, he went to ask Caer's hand for his father; Before his refusal, an army was sent to the palace of Ethal, making him prisoner. Ether explained the story of his daughter: Caer, like the other maidens, spent a year of their lives in the form of humans, and another year (alternate) in the form of a swan (the change took place on the first day of November). If Angus could identify Caer as a swan, he could marry her. On November 1, Angus went back to the Lake of Dragon, where he saw the 150 swans, also in pairs and tied with gold chains. Angus identified Caer, introduced himself and told him that he would like to submerge with her in the lake; She also became a swan, she corresponded in her love, three times they immersed themselves together in the lake, and then marched together to the palace of Angus, Brug na Boinne, singing a beautiful melody, beautiful and enchanting melody that left during Three days asleep to all who heard it. Since that day, Angus and Caer are a couple
Love the Irish accent... *Song of Wondering Angus* Year of W.B.Yeats the writer and poet: www.npr.org/sections/parallels/2015/06/12/413619716/in-the-rolling-hills-of-galway-spirit-of-w-b-yeats-lives-on #Yeats2015 #Ireland #YearnForIreland
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Moar, with lyrics; ua-cam.com/video/So1qiyLaypk/v-deo.html
I caught them last night in Bournemouth......and "stunning" is an understatement.....absolutely awesome! I'm still trying to get my feet on the ground.......
Is tthere not an award for the waterboys for what they have made the last 30 years. The high quality of the live performance, for the brilliant compostion they have created. etc etc. I know this is a poem not written by them but the music is brilliant.
Lovely piece from The Waterboy's best album since Room to Roam... I love the passeist edge of some songs, the rich and varied orchestrations, which remind me of the band's earlier days... And Scott has penned such strong melodies throughout the album.
I have seen this thumbnail for years and was reluctant to click on it as a satisfied Donovan fan. At first the voice bothered me... and then I was blown away. Excited to see what else the Watery Boys have on offer.
William Butler Yeats' poetry and songs are strong and evocative and very strong. This is a greatest interpretation of his imaginarium by Micky Scott. It's Melody & Eros & Lynx Africa at its finest...
Gorgeous! I also frequently turn my poems into songs, and it is magical when the music just bursts forth as if it was meant to be, thank you for sharing this.
Ich ging zum Haselholz Weil ein Feuer in meinem Kopf war Und einen Haselstab geschnitten und geschält Und hakte eine Beere an einen Faden Und als weiße Motten auf dem Flügel waren Und mottenähnliche Sterne flackerten heraus Ich ließ die Beere in einen Bach fallen Und eine kleine Silberforelle gefangen Als ich es auf den Boden gelegt hatte Ich ging, um das Feuer in Flammen zu setzen Aber etwas raschelte auf dem Boden Und jemand hat mich bei meinem Namen genannt Es war ein schimmerndes Mädchen geworden Mit Apfelblüte im Haar Wer hat mich bei meinem Namen genannt und ist gelaufen? Und verblasste durch die aufhellende Luft Obwohl ich alt bin mit wandernden Durch hohle und hügelige Gebiete Ich werde herausfinden, wohin sie gegangen ist Und küsse ihre Lippen und nimm ihre Hände Und spazieren Sie zwischen langem, gesprenkeltem Gras Und zupfen, bis Zeit und Zeiten vorbei sind Die silbernen Äpfel des Mondes Die goldenen Äpfel der Sonne Die silbernen Äpfel des Mondes Die goldenen Äpfel der Sonne
I,m a dutch woman en heard this song for time. Be honest I prefer this song more than donovans version. This sounds less smooth than donovans version. I will look to yeats poets.
hmm I dont know... I kinda think that the music arrengement simply does not fit the poem... I'm not saying that it's a bad music, technically speaking it's a very good work, specially at 3:14 - 5:15... but for me it hasn't fit...
They are very different -- I don't know that one or the other is "better." One is definitely a folk ballad -- the other is definitely a rock ballad. both lovely.
Lol. I guess I appreciate the sentiment but please, stop; W B Yeats does not need musicians to ‘enhance’ him. There’s a reason I Want to Hold Your Hand should not be read as a poem.
I've listened to other versions but this one seems to capture the dreamlike quality with the words really connecting to the soul.
Agreed - Might have something to do with that flute.
We saw the “ Yeats” tour at Hammersmith those years ago,,,,
Beautiful song that still brings a tear to the eye,,,,especially as we age,,,
Just a stunning gig that will never be forgotten by those who were there,,,,
“ thrill is gone” was another that night,,
William Butler Yeats' poetry and songs are strong and evocative. This is a great interpretation of his imaginary by Mick Scott. It's Melody & Eros at its finest...
waterboys music is a important part of the soundtrack of my live. This is great.
Lyrics
Scott-Yeats
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 ground
I went to blow the fire a-flame
But something rustled on the floor
And some one 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
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun.
Source: Musixmatch
Thank you for providing the poem. So tender and touching.
thank you for bringing this magic into the world. Yeats to music. Bliss. Makes life better.
This is one of Mr. Scott's most transcendental moments...he claims that he actually channeled Yeats and I think he does...
That in itself is fitting and transcendent comment. Incredible moving - poem, song and performance.
thank you mike scott,,for bringing the beautiful words of yeats to life in musical magic.Genius.
Mike Scott's voice is wonderful
i named my sheltie Aengus , after this poem, which is my absolute favorite of all poems ever.....
This is truly wonderful, spiritual and sensitively beautiful. Very special indeed.
i remember yeats,bradbury,mike scott everytime i hear this!humanity should expand eternally!
Aengus, (or Angus) Celtic god of love
Angus is depicted as a young, handsome god with 4 birds fluttering around his head (symbolizing kisses): those who heard his trillion were charmed; It also has a cloak of invisibility, with which it would envelop its protégés.
History
Boann was married to Nechtan (or Elcmar, according to sources) ... to hide his infidelity with Dagda, this made the sun shine for 9 months;
Angus was conceived and born on the same day.
His adoptive father was Midir (or Midhir), son also of Dagda and Danú (matriarch of the Tuatha Dé Danann).
The legend of Angus and Caer.
One night, while Angus slept, a beautiful young woman appeared in the dream; When Angus woke up, he was in love with her, so much that he could not even eat.
The next night the same young woman reappeared in the dream, this time playing with a harp a beautiful melody ... Angus awoke even more in love with what he already was, so much that he fell ill with love.
Informed Boann of what happened to her son, he ordered the girl to be found all over Ireland; After a year of searching without result, Boann requested aid to Dagda.
There are sources in which they say that Dagda also searched for a year without results before resorting to Bodb; Others point out that Dagda directly ordered King Bodb the Red to conduct the search. Bodb the Red was looking for a year, until he located the girl in Lake Mouth of Dragon.
Angus traveled to the palace of King Bodb, where he was received with honors; Informed of the situation, was taken to the lake, where there were 150 girls walking in pairs, tied with a chain of gold ... Angus recognized his beloved immediately ... was (as told by Bodb) Caer, daughter of the king Ethal.
Informed Dagda of everything, he went to ask Caer's hand for his father; Before his refusal, an army was sent to the palace of Ethal, making him prisoner.
Ether explained the story of his daughter: Caer, like the other maidens, spent a year of their lives in the form of humans, and another year (alternate) in the form of a swan (the change took place on the first day of November). If Angus could identify Caer as a swan, he could marry her.
On November 1, Angus went back to the Lake of Dragon, where he saw the 150 swans, also in pairs and tied with gold chains.
Angus identified Caer, introduced himself and told him that he would like to submerge with her in the lake; She also became a swan, she corresponded in her love, three times they immersed themselves together in the lake, and then marched together to the palace of Angus, Brug na Boinne, singing a beautiful melody, beautiful and enchanting melody that left during Three days asleep to all who heard it.
Since that day, Angus and Caer are a couple
Thanks, I really am grateful for aprecciatig that. You are a pretty and wonderful woman!!!
Thanks a lot for sharing this knowledge.
Caer means stronghold, fort, fortress in Gaelic and Welsh. What a name...
love this, flute solo!!
I love this !!
Love the Irish accent...
*Song of Wondering Angus*
Year of W.B.Yeats the writer and poet:
www.npr.org/sections/parallels/2015/06/12/413619716/in-the-rolling-hills-of-galway-spirit-of-w-b-yeats-lives-on
#Yeats2015 #Ireland #YearnForIreland
***** WOOOHOOOO! :D
Moar, with lyrics;
ua-cam.com/video/So1qiyLaypk/v-deo.html
Lovely song.
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Pssssst: he's Scottish.
I caught them last night in Bournemouth......and "stunning" is an understatement.....absolutely awesome! I'm still trying to get my feet on the ground.......
A absolute classi , thank you Mike ♥️
Is tthere not an award for the waterboys for what they have made the last 30 years. The high quality of the live performance, for the brilliant compostion they have created. etc etc. I know this is a poem not written by them but the music is brilliant.
This is so beautiful! Love it...
Lovely piece from The Waterboy's best album since Room to Roam... I love the passeist edge of some songs, the rich and varied orchestrations, which remind me of the band's earlier days... And Scott has penned such strong melodies throughout the album.
Very nice. Like the flute solo too.
I have seen this thumbnail for years and was reluctant to click on it as a satisfied Donovan fan. At first the voice bothered me... and then I was blown away. Excited to see what else the Watery Boys have on offer.
William Butler Yeats' poetry and songs are strong and evocative and very strong. This is a greatest interpretation of his imaginarium by Micky Scott. It's Melody & Eros & Lynx Africa at its finest...
such beauty
simply stunning......... perfection !
Wonderful song.
i love this
Exquisite enunciation
Love this song!
Heard this live in Carmel Ca, last week. Incredible song, amazing show.
Magic!
Part of The Waterboys' stunning show last week at Colston Hall, Bristol. Try to catch them on this tour, if you can. Very highly recommended.
This is such an amazing song. Thank you so much
One of yer finest moments Mike !
Beautiful!
AWESOME BALLAD
Gorgeous! I also frequently turn my poems into songs, and it is magical
when the music just bursts forth as if it was meant to be, thank you
for sharing this.
saw them at ibrox glasgow in 84 stole the show from simple minds awesome
*** DANKE TY*** from germany
this is most beautiful.
Ich ging zum Haselholz
Weil ein Feuer in meinem Kopf war Und einen Haselstab geschnitten und geschält
Und hakte eine Beere an einen Faden
Und als weiße Motten auf dem Flügel waren
Und mottenähnliche Sterne flackerten heraus Ich ließ die Beere in einen Bach fallen Und eine kleine Silberforelle gefangen
Als ich es auf den Boden gelegt hatte
Ich ging, um das Feuer in Flammen zu setzen Aber etwas raschelte auf dem Boden Und jemand hat mich bei meinem Namen genannt
Es war ein schimmerndes Mädchen geworden Mit Apfelblüte im Haar
Wer hat mich bei meinem Namen genannt und ist gelaufen? Und verblasste durch die aufhellende Luft
Obwohl ich alt bin mit wandernden
Durch hohle und hügelige Gebiete
Ich werde herausfinden, wohin sie gegangen ist Und küsse ihre Lippen und nimm ihre Hände
Und spazieren Sie zwischen langem, gesprenkeltem Gras Und zupfen, bis Zeit und Zeiten vorbei sind
Die silbernen Äpfel des Mondes
Die goldenen Äpfel der Sonne
Die silbernen Äpfel des Mondes
Die goldenen Äpfel der Sonne
je suis Charlie, et j'adore cette chanson
c'est juste bon
Katie Kim apparently sang backing vocals, a brilliant compliment to mike scott
That girl is you with a Apple blossem in your hair who called my name 💘💘
Christy Moore captured the essence of this poem better for me
If I didn't know it was Yeats' poem, you could convince me this was a cover of an old Aphrodite's Child B-side.
With Alice Cooper on vocals...
bardzo dobre, polecam....
;))
Mariola Tomaszewska Witaj, i dziękuje...:-)), miłego popołudnia...:-))
YaroSz naprawdę świetny utwór;))chcę więcej takich perełek;))pozdrawiam;))
Mariola Tomaszewska ...postaram się, ale ...a jak nie sprostam,...to przeżyję ?...:-))
...pozdrawiam też ....:-))
YaroSz ;))) sprostasz...wierzę w Ciebie;)))
The lyrics are a poem by W.B. Yeats.
I learnt the words to this song. Now people think I’m highbrow because I can recite poetry.
Try Donovan's version - beautiful that most definitely is!
Right !
high esteem
I,m a dutch woman en heard this song for time. Be honest I prefer this song more than donovans version. This sounds less smooth than donovans version. I will look to yeats poets.
I am only men not by happy.
couldn't have put it better .................
and brian ferry riffs
nur gut
this is great. i adapted the melody and played it on keyboard and i invite you to listen to my version sometime! i also did 'the stolen child'
@covermethis1 well i just think that it wasn't a good arrengement for the poem... when i read it i feel more like in folk...
hef lier hop,hef thie hop,no.I hef hop I hef a true en vinner.I hef not by good in life.sorry ol songs dont bout me.
sounds a bit like this Dylan song - guess it's the chord progression.....
er, he didnt write it.
I am tierd of this so I du efrithings for you if you now a veg to trues
stel,funny.I vos stolent 22 agust yers 1974.so who are me to days,him is a thief to long time.
Mike Scott is Scottish
Not Irish even though he is in love with Irish
hmm I dont know... I kinda think that the music arrengement simply does not fit the poem... I'm not saying that it's a bad music, technically speaking it's a very good work, specially at 3:14 - 5:15... but for me it hasn't fit...
This is too harsh .It lacks a gentle , Celtic tone . I much prefer Christy Moore's rendition .
I like Donovan's version best.
donovans versions so much better
They are very different -- I don't know that one or the other is "better." One is definitely a folk ballad -- the other is definitely a rock ballad. both lovely.
No it is not
David, to whom is your comment addressed?
mectron63
David Woodward its called an opinion are you familiar with this word ?
what the hell is wrong with mr Scott?He seems unable to write anything mediocre.
Yes, Mectron63 is right. Donovan's version is so much better;this is poor.
cheers andy you have impeccable taste, i dare say this is crap and extremely irritating
Lol. I guess I appreciate the sentiment but please, stop; W B Yeats does not need musicians to ‘enhance’ him. There’s a reason I Want to Hold Your Hand should not be read as a poem.
Sooo beautiful makes me dream of a place I want to be right now💘💘
Kippenvel❤️🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶
hee...leuk om ook eens een Nederlands commentaar te lezen. Mooie song...Mike Scott is Da Bomb!
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