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 loved, 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
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Dónal Lunny/Traditional/Patrick Kavanagh/Sinéad O'Connor
[00:03.135]On Raglan Road on an Autumn day
[00:12.697]I saw her first and knew
[00:23.585]that her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:33.168]that I might one day rue
[00:40.607]I saw the danger yet I walked
[00:51.490]along the enchanted way
[01:01.332]And I said, "Let grief be a fallen leaf
[01:11.432]at the dawning of the day
[01:20.762]On Grafton Street in November
[01:28.737]we tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:39.636]of a deep ravine where can be seen
[01:48.137]the worth of passions pledge
[01:56.642]The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
[02:05.678]and I not making hay
[02:14.455]Oh, I loved too much by such,by such
[02:22.429]is happiness blown away
[02:31.200]I gave her gifts of the mind
[02:38.387]I gave her the secret sign that's known
[02:47.684]to the artists who have known the true
[02:57.280]gods of sound and stone
[03:06.048]And word and tint I did not stint
[03:14.536]for I gave her poems to say
[03:22.770]With her own name there and her dark hair
[03:31.268]like clouds over fields of May
[04:49.276]On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
[04:56.735]I see her walking now
[05:06.041]away from me so hurriedly
[05:14.292]My reason must allow
[05:21.458]that I had loved, not as I should
[05:30.490]A creature made of clay
[05:38.989]When the angel woos the clay
[05:45.649]he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day