作词 : Traditional On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day, I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I may one day rue. I saw the danger,yet I walked Along the enchanted way And I said let grief be a falling 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 worst of passions pledged. The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts And I not making hay, Well I loved too much;by such and such Is happiness thrown away. I gave her the gifts of the mind. I gave her the secret sign That's known to all the artists who have Known true Gods of Sound and Time. With word and tint I did not stint. I gave her reams of poems to say With her own dark hair and her own name there Like the 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, For I have wooed,not as I should A creature made of clay. When the angel woos the clay,he'll lose His wings at the dawn of the day.
[00:00.000] 作词 : Traditional [00:01.816]On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day, [00:10.143]I saw her first and knew [00:21.516]That her dark hair would weave a snare [00:30.655]That I may one day rue. [00:40.403]I saw the danger,yet I walked [00:50.156]Along the enchanted way [00:59.343]And I said let grief be a falling leaf [01:09.496]At the dawning of the day. [01:19.908]On Grafton Street in November, [01:30.165]We tripped lightly along the ledge [01:39.711]Of a deep ravine where can be seen [01:50.198]The worst of passions pledged. [01:59.796]The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts [02:11.372]And I not making hay, [02:21.175]Well I loved too much;by such and such [02:34.73]Is happiness thrown away. [02:46.158]I gave her the gifts of the mind. [02:54.741]I gave her the secret sign [03:03.518]That's known to all the artists who have [03:12.559]Known true Gods of Sound and Time. [03:23.985]With word and tint I did not stint. [03:33.867]I gave her reams of poems to say [03:45.38]With her own dark hair and her own name there [03:59.970]Like the clouds over fields of May. [04:40.640]On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, [04:49.607]I see her walking now away from me, [05:03.558]So hurriedly.My reason must allow, [05:20.170]For I have wooed,not as I should [05:28.900]A creature made of clay. [05:40.420]When the angel woos the clay,he'll lose [05:53.678]His wings at the dawn of the day.
