Song | Raglan Road |
Artist | The Chieftains |
Album | Irish Evening [live] |
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[00:00.00] | 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. |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : 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. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : 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. |