| Song | Raglan Road |
| Artist | The Chieftains |
| Artist | Roger Daltrey |
| Album | An Irish Evening |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Traditional |
| [00:01.28] | On Raglan Road |
| [00:05.76] | on an Autumn Day, |
| [00:10.23] | I saw her first and knew |
| [00:20.18] | That her dark hair |
| [00:25.00] | would weave a snare |
| [00:31.19] | that I might one day rue. |
| [00:40.80] | I saw the danger, |
| [00:45.80] | and I passed |
| [00:50.76] | Along the enchanted way |
| [01:00.32] | And I said let grief be a falling leaf |
| [01:09.94] | At the dawning of the day. |
| [01:21.68] | On Grafton Street in November, |
| [01:31.20] | We tripped lightly along the ledge |
| [01:40.27] | Of a deep ravine where can be seen |
| [01:50.80] | The worst of passions pledged. |
| [02:00.54] | The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts |
| [02:11.35] | And I not making hay, |
| [02:22.11] | oh I loved too much;and by such, by such |
| [02:34.54] | Is happiness thrown away. |
| [02:42.54] | |
| [02:47.16] | I gave her gifts of the mind. |
| [02:55.26] | I gave her the secret sign |
| [03:05.37] | That's known to the artists who have Known |
| [03:15.18] | the true Gods of Sound and stone. |
| [03:27.58] | and word and tint without a stint. |
| [03:36.44] | I gave her poems to say |
| [03:47.19] | With her own name there and her own dark hair |
| [04:02.11] | Like the clouds over fields of May. |
| [04:42.80] | On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, |
| [04:51.93] | I see her walking now |
| [05:01.43] | away from me, |
| [05:05.60] | So hurriedly. |
| [05:11.74] | My reason must allow, |
| [05:21.75] | That I have loved, |
| [05:26.63] | not as I should |
| [05:31.65] | A creature made of clay. |
| [05:42.94] | When the angel woos the playing loose |
| [05:55.38] | here's wings at the dawn of day. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Traditional |
| [00:01.28] | On Raglan Road |
| [00:05.76] | on an Autumn Day, |
| [00:10.23] | I saw her first and knew |
| [00:20.18] | That her dark hair |
| [00:25.00] | would weave a snare |
| [00:31.19] | that I might one day rue. |
| [00:40.80] | I saw the danger, |
| [00:45.80] | and I passed |
| [00:50.76] | Along the enchanted way |
| [01:00.32] | And I said let grief be a falling leaf |
| [01:09.94] | At the dawning of the day. |
| [01:21.68] | On Grafton Street in November, |
| [01:31.20] | We tripped lightly along the ledge |
| [01:40.27] | Of a deep ravine where can be seen |
| [01:50.80] | The worst of passions pledged. |
| [02:00.54] | The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts |
| [02:11.35] | And I not making hay, |
| [02:22.11] | oh I loved too much and by such, by such |
| [02:34.54] | Is happiness thrown away. |
| [02:42.54] | |
| [02:47.16] | I gave her gifts of the mind. |
| [02:55.26] | I gave her the secret sign |
| [03:05.37] | That' s known to the artists who have Known |
| [03:15.18] | the true Gods of Sound and stone. |
| [03:27.58] | and word and tint without a stint. |
| [03:36.44] | I gave her poems to say |
| [03:47.19] | With her own name there and her own dark hair |
| [04:02.11] | Like the clouds over fields of May. |
| [04:42.80] | On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, |
| [04:51.93] | I see her walking now |
| [05:01.43] | away from me, |
| [05:05.60] | So hurriedly. |
| [05:11.74] | My reason must allow, |
| [05:21.75] | That I have loved, |
| [05:26.63] | not as I should |
| [05:31.65] | A creature made of clay. |
| [05:42.94] | When the angel woos the playing loose |
| [05:55.38] | here' s wings at the dawn of day. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Traditional |
| [00:01.28] | On Raglan Road |
| [00:05.76] | on an Autumn Day, |
| [00:10.23] | I saw her first and knew |
| [00:20.18] | That her dark hair |
| [00:25.00] | would weave a snare |
| [00:31.19] | that I might one day rue. |
| [00:40.80] | I saw the danger, |
| [00:45.80] | and I passed |
| [00:50.76] | Along the enchanted way |
| [01:00.32] | And I said let grief be a falling leaf |
| [01:09.94] | At the dawning of the day. |
| [01:21.68] | On Grafton Street in November, |
| [01:31.20] | We tripped lightly along the ledge |
| [01:40.27] | Of a deep ravine where can be seen |
| [01:50.80] | The worst of passions pledged. |
| [02:00.54] | The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts |
| [02:11.35] | And I not making hay, |
| [02:22.11] | oh I loved too much and by such, by such |
| [02:34.54] | Is happiness thrown away. |
| [02:42.54] | |
| [02:47.16] | I gave her gifts of the mind. |
| [02:55.26] | I gave her the secret sign |
| [03:05.37] | That' s known to the artists who have Known |
| [03:15.18] | the true Gods of Sound and stone. |
| [03:27.58] | and word and tint without a stint. |
| [03:36.44] | I gave her poems to say |
| [03:47.19] | With her own name there and her own dark hair |
| [04:02.11] | Like the clouds over fields of May. |
| [04:42.80] | On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, |
| [04:51.93] | I see her walking now |
| [05:01.43] | away from me, |
| [05:05.60] | So hurriedly. |
| [05:11.74] | My reason must allow, |
| [05:21.75] | That I have loved, |
| [05:26.63] | not as I should |
| [05:31.65] | A creature made of clay. |
| [05:42.94] | When the angel woos the playing loose |
| [05:55.38] | here' s wings at the dawn of day. |