Raglan Road - The Chieftains/Joan Osborne/Rob Hyman

作词：P Kavanagh

作曲：Traditional

On raglan road on an autumn day I met 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 the 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 and such is happiness thrown 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 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 wooed 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