Raglan Road - Luke Kelly.lrc

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[00:02.427]On Raglan Road on an autumn day
[00:11.600]I saw her first and knew
[00:19.105]That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:28.360]That I might one day rue
[00:35.599]I saw the danger and I passed
[00:43.750]Along the enchanted way
[00:50.610]And I said: Let grief, be a fallen leaf
[00:58.087]At the dawning of the day
[01:07.338]On Grafton Street in November
[01:14.520]We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:22.399]Of a deep ravine where can be seen
[01:29.791]The worth of passion's pledge
[01:35.980]The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
[01:42.825]And I'm not making a hay
[01:49.654]Oh I loved too much and by such
[01:55.312]By such is happiness thrown away
[02:05.989]I gave her gifts of the mind
[02:11.713]I gave her the secret signs
[02:20.951]That's known to the artists who have known
[02:28.457]The true gods of sound and stone
[02:35.227]And word and tint without stint
[02:42.488]I gave her poems to say
[02:49.038]With her own name there and her own dark hair
[02:57.606]Like clouds over fields of May
[03:06.639]On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
[03:13.602]I see her walking now
[03:21.360]Away from me so hurriedly
[03:28.809]My reason must allow
[03:35.860]That I had loved not as I should
[03:43.694]A creature made of clay
[03:49.769]When the angel woos the clay
[03:58.666]He'd lose his wings at the dawn of day
文本歌词
On Raglan Road on an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said: Let grief, be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I'm not making a hay
Oh I loved too much and by such
By such is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'd lose his wings at the dawn of day