Ragan Road

前面放了Loreena McKennitt 的演唱版，現在補上歌詞，也是一首詩。

Ragan Road

On Raglan Road of 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 falling 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 worst of passions pledged.

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

That 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 the 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 have 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 the day.