Richie Havens in concert 1974 Wandering Angus

[jb]

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.

[Schlachthof]

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.

[maxhuang]

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

[mikmcd]

wow, stunning, superb and magick ...

[jeffrey]

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