These are the chords I use. Dunno about DvR:

The Song of Wandering Aengus

                                                                                      Am           G      Dm              Am
                                                                                       I WENT out to the hazel wood,
                                                                                           Em         Em  7       Am   C
                                                                                       Because a fire was in my head,

                                                                                      Am           G      Dm              Am
                                                                                        And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
                                                                                           Em         Em  7       Am   C
                                                                                        And hooked a berry to a thread;
                                                                                      Am           G      Dm              Am
                                                                                        And when white moths were on the wing,
                                                                                       Em         Em  7       Am                   C                        5
                                                                                        And moth-like stars were flickering out,
                                                                                      Am           G      Dm              Am
                                                                                        I dropped the berry in a stream
                                                                                           Em         Em  7       Am   Em
                                                                                        And caught a little silver trout.
 

                                                                                        When I had laid it on the floor

                                                                                        I went to blow the fire a-flame,
                                                                                                                                                                        10
                                                                                        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
                                                                                                                                                                        15
                                                                                        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;
                                                                                                                                                                        20
                                                                                        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.