作曲 : Dónal Lunny/Traditional/Patrick Kavanagh/Sinéad O'Connor
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 yet I walked
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 passions pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much by such by such
Is happiness blown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known
The true Gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint
For I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her 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 ruled not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Dónal Lunny/Traditional/Patrick Kavanagh/Sinéad O'Connor
[00:05.36]On Raglan Road on an Autumn day
[00:14.10]I saw her first and knew
[00:24.55]That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:34.21]That I might one day rue
[00:43.30]I saw the danger yet I walked
[00:53.27]Along the enchanted way
[01:02.34]And I said "Let grief be a fallen leaf
[01:12.24]At the dawning of the day "
[01:22.79]On Grafton Street in November
[01:30.43]We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:40.09]Of a deep ravine where can be seen
[01:49.28]The worth of passions pledge
[01:57.81]The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
[02:06.77]And I not making hay
[02:15.01]Oh I loved too much by such by such
[02:22.31]Is happiness blown away
[02:33.60]I gave her gifts of the mind
[02:38.03]I gave her the secret sign that's known
[02:49.09]To the artists who have known
[02:57.31]The true Gods of sound and stone
[03:06.38]And word and tint I did not stint
[03:14.84]For I gave her poems to say
[03:22.96]With her own name there and her dark hair
[03:30.75]Like clouds over fields of May
[04:48.44]On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
[04:55.88]I see her walking now
[05:05.53]Away from me so hurriedly
[05:13.77]My reason must allow
[05:22.21]That I had ruled not as I should
[05:30.50]A creature made of clay
[05:38.58]When the angel woos the clay
[05:44.61]He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day