Fern Hill

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns I kissed the muzzle of the farm, The rabbit in its run, the hooves where the hornbeam shone, Dew-watered and green as the grass was bright, And I, a green and carefree youth, sang loud With the hay, the sun, and the dew. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that bred the golden hay, Oh, I was prince of the apple towns, And I, a young and carefree youth, sang out With the hay, the sun, and the dew. And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that bred the golden hay, Oh, I was prince of the apple towns, And I, a young and carefree youth, sang out With the hay, the sun, and the dew. And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. Oh, as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns I kissed the muzzle of the farm, The rabbit in its run, the hooves where the hornbeam shone, Dew-watered and green as the grass was bright, And I, a green and carefree youth, sang loud With the hay, the sun, and the dew. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that bred the golden hay, Oh, I was prince of the apple towns, And I, a young and carefree youth, sang out With the hay, the sun, and the dew. Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that bred the golden hay, Oh, I was prince of the apple towns, And I, a young and carefree youth, sang out With the hay, the sun, and the dew. It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The river sang me a long And I, a young and carefree youth, sang loud With the hay, the sun, and the dew. It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled and the heron Priested shore The river sang me a long And I, a young and carefree youth, sang loud With the hay, the sun, and the dew. Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that bred the golden hay, Oh, I was prince of the apple towns, And I, a young and carefree youth, sang out With the hay, the sun, and the dew.