[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.