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作词 : Patrick Kavanagh

作曲 : Patrick Kavanagh

On Raglan Road, Autumn day

I saw her first and knew

That her dark hair would weave a snare

I might someday 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, November, we

Tripped lightly along the ledge

Of a deep ravine where can be seen

The worth of passion play

The Queen of Hearts still making tarts

I not making hay

Oh, I loved too much, by such and 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 her words and tint without stint

I gave her poems to say

With her own name there, her own dark hair

Like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet

I see her walking now

And 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 a day