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Raglan Road - The High Kings.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Trad. Arr Crowley/Murphy
[00:02.081]On Raglan Road, on an Autumn day
[00:07.563]I saw her first and knew
[00:12.822]That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:18.063]That I might some day rue
[00:22.798]I saw the danger, yet I passed
[00:28.280]Along the enchanted way
[00:33.030]And I said: "let grief be a fallen leaf
[00:38.258]At the dawning of the day"
[00:43.249]And I said: "let grief be a fallen leaf
[00:48.509]At the dawning of the day"
[00:53.550]On Grafton Street in November
[00:57.740]We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:03.500]Of a deep ravine, where can be seen
[01:08.503]The worth of passion's pledge
[01:13.475]The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
[01:18.742]And I not making hay
[01:22.896]Oh I loved too much and by such, by such
[01:28.727]Is happiness thrown away
[01:34.256]I loved too much and by such, by such
[01:38.944]Is happiness thrown away
[01:44.203]I gave her gifts of the mind
[01:48.941]I gave her the secret sign
[01:53.936]That's a-known to the artists who have known
[01:59.194]True gods of sound and stone
[02:04.162]And word and tint without stint
[02:09.128]I gave her poems to say
[02:14.621]With her own name there
[02:16.970]And her own dark hair
[02:19.626]Like clouds over fields of May
[02:24.551]With her own name there
[02:27.372]And her own dark hair
[02:29.726]Like clouds over fields of May
[02:33.700]On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet
[02:39.779]I see her walking now
[02:44.794]Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow
[02:54.702]That I had loved not as I should
[02:59.961]A creature made of clay
[03:04.162]When the Angel woos the clay
[03:08.631]He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
[03:14.930]When the Angel woos the clay
[03:18.838]He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
[03:24.382]At the dawning of the day
文本歌词
作曲 : Trad. Arr Crowley/Murphy
On Raglan Road, on an Autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might some day rue
I saw the danger, yet I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said: "let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day"
And I said: "let grief be a fallen 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 passion's pledge
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 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 a-known to the artists who have known
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
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'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
When the Angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
At the dawning of the day