(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.
在秋季的日子里，在秋季的一天，我先看到了她，知道
她的黑发会织成我可能有一天的阵雨;
我看到了危险，但我沿着迷人的方式传递了
我说，让悲伤是当天曙光的堕落的叶子。
在11月的Grafton街上，我们沿着壁架轻轻绊倒
深度山沟可以看出激情的价值，
心中的女王仍在制作馅饼，我没有制作干草
哦，我非常喜欢这么多，这就是这样的幸福被扔掉了。
我给了她的恩赐，我给了她所知的秘密标志
对那些认识真正的声音和石头神灵的艺术家
而且没有Stint的词和色调，因为我给了她的诗歌说。
她自己的名字和她自己的黑发像五月的田地一样
在一个安静的街道上，老鬼见面我看到了她现在走路
远离我，如此匆匆，我的理由必须允许
我没有爱过我应该是我的粘土制成的生物
当天使粘土时，他会在一天的黎明时失去他的翅膀。