Andrew Scott - On Raglan Road (The Stag) | Текст песни

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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, and 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
O I loved too much and by such and 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
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