Superpitcher - White Lightning lyrics

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
And once below a time I lordly
Had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light
In the sun that is young once only
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means
And green and golden I
Was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn
The foxes on the hills barked clear and cold
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams

All the sun long it was
Running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the
Tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls
Were bearing the farm away
All the moon long I
Heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark