Raglan Road
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โฑ๏ธ 4:56 duration
๐ ID: 5966490
๐ Lyrics
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.
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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.03] On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,
[00:12.43] I saw her first and knew
[00:17.18] That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:24.75] That I may one day rue.
[00:30.85] I saw the danger, yet I walked
[00:37.47] Along the enchanted way
[00:42.02] And I said let grief be a falling leaf
[00:48.51] At the dawning of the day.
[00:55.11] On Grafton Street in November,
[00:59.84] We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:06.76] Of a deep ravine where can be seen
[01:12.42] The worst of passions pledged.
[01:18.32] The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts
[01:24.03] And I not making hay,
[01:29.81] Well I loved too much; by such and such
[01:35.87] Is happiness thrown away.
[02:28.13] I gave her the gifts of the mind.
[02:34.83] I gave her the secret sign
[02:38.83] That's known to all the artists who have
[02:47.08] Known true Gods of Sound and Time.
[02:51.95] With word and tint I did not stint.
[02:57.59] I gave her reams of poems to say
[03:03.84] With her own dark hair and her own name there
[03:09.79] Like the clouds over fields of May.
[03:15.07] On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
[03:23.68] I see her walking now away from me,
[03:31.28] So hurriedly. My reason must allow,
[03:40.80] For I have wooed, not as I should
[03:45.83] A creature made of clay.
[03:51.67] When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
[03:57.66] His wings at the dawn of the day.
[04:04.46]
[00:12.43] I saw her first and knew
[00:17.18] That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:24.75] That I may one day rue.
[00:30.85] I saw the danger, yet I walked
[00:37.47] Along the enchanted way
[00:42.02] And I said let grief be a falling leaf
[00:48.51] At the dawning of the day.
[00:55.11] On Grafton Street in November,
[00:59.84] We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:06.76] Of a deep ravine where can be seen
[01:12.42] The worst of passions pledged.
[01:18.32] The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts
[01:24.03] And I not making hay,
[01:29.81] Well I loved too much; by such and such
[01:35.87] Is happiness thrown away.
[02:28.13] I gave her the gifts of the mind.
[02:34.83] I gave her the secret sign
[02:38.83] That's known to all the artists who have
[02:47.08] Known true Gods of Sound and Time.
[02:51.95] With word and tint I did not stint.
[02:57.59] I gave her reams of poems to say
[03:03.84] With her own dark hair and her own name there
[03:09.79] Like the clouds over fields of May.
[03:15.07] On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
[03:23.68] I see her walking now away from me,
[03:31.28] So hurriedly. My reason must allow,
[03:40.80] For I have wooed, not as I should
[03:45.83] A creature made of clay.
[03:51.67] When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
[03:57.66] His wings at the dawn of the day.
[04:04.46]