Raglan Road Luke Kelly

Raglan Road

Luke Kelly

Alison Brown

170
0:00 4:08
Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 4/4
Tonalité: D
Capo:
Sans capo
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Verse 1]
D
              A      G
On Raglan Road of an autumn day
 D
I saw her first and I knew
G            A    D
That her dark hair would weave a snare
                     A7
That I might one day rue

[Chorus]
     G            D
I saw the danger, and I passed
                       A7
Along the enchanted way
     D     A7   D               G
And I said,  let grief be a fallen leaf
   D             A7    D
At the dawning of  the day

[Verse 2]
   D                      G
On Grafton Street in November
           D            G    D
We tripped lightly along the ledge
       G                 D
Of the deep ravine where can be seen
                             A
The worth of passion's pledge

[Chorus]
                   G            D
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
A7
  Oh,
        D                           G
I loved too much and by such by such
      D            G D
Is happiness thrown   away

[Verse 3]
  D
I gave her gifts of the mind,
G      D       G      D
I gave her the secret sign
            G               D
That's known to the artists who have known
                                    A
The true gods of sound and the stone

[Chorus]
         G                    D
And word and tint, oh, without stint
I gave her poems to say
A            D
 With her own name there and her
             G           D           G   D
Own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

[Verse 4]
     D                                  G
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
     D        G   D
I see her walking now
    G           D
Away from me so hurriedly,
G             D     A
My reason must allow

[Chorus]
       G             D
That I had loved not as I should
                       A
A creature made of clay
           D
When the angel woos the play,
         G         D           A7   D
He'd lose his wings at the dawn  of day

Mesures

[Verse 1]
| D - | -  - | - - | - - |
| - - | -  A | G - | - - |
| - D | -  - | - - | - - |
| - - | G  - | - A | D - |
| - - | -  - | - - | - - |
| - - | A7 - | - - |

On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and I knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue

[Chorus]
                     | G - |
| - -  | D - | -  -  | - - |
| - -  | - - | A7 -  | - - |
| D A7 | D - | -  G  | - - |
| - D  | - - | -  A7 | - - |
| D -  | - - | - 

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

[Verse 2]
                D | - - |
| - - | G - | - - | D - |
| - G | - D | - - | - G |
| - - | - D | - - | - - |
| - - | - A | - - | - - |

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

[Chorus]
| G | - | D  | - |
| - | - | A7 | - |
| D | - | -  | G |
| D | G | D  | - |
| - |

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

[Verse 3]
      | D - | - - | - - |
| G - | - D | - G | - D |
| - - | - G | - - | - D |
| - - | - - | - - | - - |
| - A | - - | -

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 the stone

[Chorus]
                G | - - |
| - D | - - | - - | - - |
| - - | - A | - - | - D |
| - - | - - | - - | G - |
| - D | - G | - D | - - |
| - - | -

And word and tint, oh, without stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her
Own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

[Verse 4]
          D | - - | - - |
| - G | - - | D - | G - |
| D - | - - | G - | - - |
| D - | - - | G - | - - |
| D - | A - | - - |

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly,
My reason must allow

[Chorus]
                  | G  - |
| - - | D - | - - | -  - |
| - - | - - | A - | -  - |
| D - | - - | - - | -  - |
| G - | - D | - - | A7 - |
| - - | D - |

That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the play,
He'd lose his wings at the dawn  of day

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