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( Words by W.B. Yeats, Music by Brian Miller ) I went out to the hazelwood Because a fire was in my head I 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 a berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout When I had laid it on the floor And went to blow the fire aflame And something rustled on the floor And something called me by my name