(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 jesen dan sam je prvi put vidio i znao
Da bi njezina tamna kosa tkala zamku da bih mogao jednog dana.
Vidio sam opasnost, ali sam prošla očaran način,
I rekao sam, pusti da je tuga bude pali list na dan svakog dana.
Na Graftonskoj ulici u studenom smo se lagano okrenuli po platformi
Duboke klance gdje se može vidjeti vrijedna strastvene zalog,
Kraljica srca i dalje stvara tarts i ne radim sijeno
Oh, previše sam volio i tako je takva sreća odbačena.
Dao sam joj darove uma koje sam joj dao tajna znak koji je poznat
Umjetnicima koji su poznavali prave bogove zvuka i kamena
I riječ i nijansa bez trint za dala joj pjesme.
S vlastitim imenom i vlastite tamne kose poput oblaka nad poljima svibnja
Na mirnoj ulici u kojoj se susreću stari duhovi
Daleko od mene tako žurno moj razlog mora dopustiti
Da nisam volio ne kao što bih trebao stvorenje od gline
Kad anđeo ima glinu, izgubio bi krila u zoru dana.