Raglan Road
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โฑ๏ธ 4:17 duration
๐ ID: 6721992
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 word 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'd lose his wings at the 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 word 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'd lose his wings at the dawn of day
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.22] On Raglan Road of an autumn day
[00:13.47] I saw her first and knew
[00:20.79] That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:29.57] That I might one day rue
[00:36.70] I saw the danger, and I passed
[00:45.27] Along the enchanted way
[00:51.45] And I said, "Let grief be a falling leaf
[00:59.19] At the dawning of the day"
[01:08.65] On Grafton Street in November
[01:15.82] We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:22.83] Of a deep ravine where can be seen
[01:30.58] The worth of passions pledged
[01:37.27] The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
[01:43.84] And I not making hay
[01:50.66] Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such
[01:58.95] Is happiness thrown away
[02:06.65] I gave her gifts of the mind
[02:12.91] I gave her the secret sign
[02:21.76] That's known to the artists who have known
[02:29.12] The true gods of sound and stone
[02:36.58] And word and tint without stint
[02:43.54] I gave her poems to say
[02:50.98] With her own name there and her own dark hair
[02:59.02] Like clouds over fields of May
[03:08.14] On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
[03:15.52] I see her walking now
[03:22.62] Away from me so hurriedly
[03:30.36] My reason must allow
[03:37.77] That I had loved not as I should
[03:45.45] A creature made of clay
[03:51.31] When the angel woos the clay
[03:58.48] He'd lose his wings at the dawn of day
[04:12.02]
[00:13.47] I saw her first and knew
[00:20.79] That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:29.57] That I might one day rue
[00:36.70] I saw the danger, and I passed
[00:45.27] Along the enchanted way
[00:51.45] And I said, "Let grief be a falling leaf
[00:59.19] At the dawning of the day"
[01:08.65] On Grafton Street in November
[01:15.82] We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:22.83] Of a deep ravine where can be seen
[01:30.58] The worth of passions pledged
[01:37.27] The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
[01:43.84] And I not making hay
[01:50.66] Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such
[01:58.95] Is happiness thrown away
[02:06.65] I gave her gifts of the mind
[02:12.91] I gave her the secret sign
[02:21.76] That's known to the artists who have known
[02:29.12] The true gods of sound and stone
[02:36.58] And word and tint without stint
[02:43.54] I gave her poems to say
[02:50.98] With her own name there and her own dark hair
[02:59.02] Like clouds over fields of May
[03:08.14] On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
[03:15.52] I see her walking now
[03:22.62] Away from me so hurriedly
[03:30.36] My reason must allow
[03:37.77] That I had loved not as I should
[03:45.45] A creature made of clay
[03:51.31] When the angel woos the clay
[03:58.48] He'd lose his wings at the dawn of day
[04:12.02]