Raglan Road
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โฑ๏ธ 4:17 duration
๐ ID: 3984690
๐ Lyrics
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 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 worth of passions pledged
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 sign
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 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 dawn of 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 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 worth of passions pledged
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 sign
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 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 dawn of day
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.06] On Raglan Road of an autumn day
[00:11.44] I saw her first and knew
[00:18.92] That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:28.11] That I might one day rue
[00:35.90] I saw the danger and I passed
[00:44.00] Along the enchanted way
[00:50.64] And I said, let grief be a falling leaf
[00:58.27] At the dawning of the day
[01:07.07] On Grafton Street in November
[01:14.23] We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:21.10] Of a deep ravine where can be seen
[01:29.64] The worth of passions pledged
[01:36.11] The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
[01:42.11] And I not making hay
[01:49.12] Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such
[01:56.92] Is happiness thrown away
[02:06.09] I gave her gifts of the mind
[02:11.90] I gave her the secret sign
[02:20.12] That's known to the artists who have known
[02:27.44] The true gods of sound and stone
[02:35.00] And her words and tint without stint
[02:41.91] I gave her poems to say
[02:48.00] With her own name there and her own dark hair
[02:57.00] Like clouds over fields of May
[03:06.11] On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
[03:12.93] I see her walking now
[03:20.19] Away from me so hurriedly
[03:28.00] My reason must allow
[03:35.11] That I had loved not as I should
[03:42.62] A creature made of clay
[03:49.10] When the angel woos the clay
[03:56.94] He'll lose his wings at dawn of day
[00:11.44] I saw her first and knew
[00:18.92] That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:28.11] That I might one day rue
[00:35.90] I saw the danger and I passed
[00:44.00] Along the enchanted way
[00:50.64] And I said, let grief be a falling leaf
[00:58.27] At the dawning of the day
[01:07.07] On Grafton Street in November
[01:14.23] We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:21.10] Of a deep ravine where can be seen
[01:29.64] The worth of passions pledged
[01:36.11] The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
[01:42.11] And I not making hay
[01:49.12] Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such
[01:56.92] Is happiness thrown away
[02:06.09] I gave her gifts of the mind
[02:11.90] I gave her the secret sign
[02:20.12] That's known to the artists who have known
[02:27.44] The true gods of sound and stone
[02:35.00] And her words and tint without stint
[02:41.91] I gave her poems to say
[02:48.00] With her own name there and her own dark hair
[02:57.00] Like clouds over fields of May
[03:06.11] On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
[03:12.93] I see her walking now
[03:20.19] Away from me so hurriedly
[03:28.00] My reason must allow
[03:35.11] That I had loved not as I should
[03:42.62] A creature made of clay
[03:49.10] When the angel woos the clay
[03:56.94] He'll lose his wings at dawn of day