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[00:19.260]On Raglan Road of an autumn day
[00:28.770]I saw her first and knew
[00:36.750]That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:46.650]That I might one day rue
[00:54.510]I saw the danger and I passed
[01:03.900]Along the enchanted way
[01:12.480]And said let grief be a fallen leaf
[01:23.190]At the dawning of the day
[01:32.910]On Grafton Street in November
[01:42.600]We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:50.400]Of a deep ravine where can be seen
[02:01.140]The worth of passion's pledge
[02:09.240]The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
[02:18.960]And I not making hay
[02:27.960]Oh I loved too much and by such by such
[02:38.610]Is happiness thrown away
[02:49.740]I gave her gifts of the mind
[02:59.340]I gave her the secret signs
[03:07.980]Known to the artists who have known
[03:17.340]The true gods of sound and stone
[03:25.080]And word and tint I did not stint
[03:35.730]I gave her poems to say
[03:44.880]With her own name there
[03:50.610]And her own dark hair
[03:56.880]Like clouds over fields of May
[04:08.820]On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
[04:20.850]I see her walking now
[04:31.200]Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
[04:51.750]That I had loved not as I should
[05:04.050]A creature made of clay
[05:13.560]When the angel woos the clay
[05:23.370]He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day

文本歌词

On Raglan Road of 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 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 not making 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
Known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not 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'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
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