(Jools' Annual Hootenanny 2021) | On Raglan Road on 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, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
(Jools' Annual Hootenanny 2021) | On Raglan Road on 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, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
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 the 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 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 for 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.
Na Raglan Road na jeseň som ju videl prvý a vedel som
Že jej tmavé vlasy by stiahli snare, že by som mohol jedného dňa rue;
Videl som nebezpečenstvo, ale som prešiel pozdĺž očarujúceho cesta,
A povedal som, nech je smútok padlý list pri dáno dňa.
Na ulici Grafton v novembri sme zakopli ľahko pozdĺž rímsy
Hlbokého rokliny, kde je možné vidieť hodnotu záložného práva vášne,
Kráľovná srdcia stále robí koláče a ja nerobím seno
Oh, miloval som príliš veľa a takým tým, že je to šťastie odhodené.
Dal som jej dary mysle, ktorú som jej dal tajné znamenie, ktoré je známe
Umelcom, ktorí poznali skutočných bohov zvuku a kameňa
A slovo a odtieň bez stintu, aby som dal jej básne povedať.
So svojím vlastným menom a jej vlastné tmavé vlasy ako mraky nad oblasťami mája
Na pokojnej ulici, kde sa stretávajú staré duch
Odo mňa, takže spěšne môj dôvod musí dovoliť
Že som miloval nie tak, ako by som mal stvorenie z ílu
Keď anjel woos hlinka, že stratil svoje krídla na svitaní dňa.