Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

(Patrick Kavanagh)
performed at some concerts during her in 1995

On Road on an Autumn day
I saw her and knew,
that her dark hair would weave a
I might one day rue.
I saw the yet I walked
the enchanted way.
And I said, "Let grief be a leaf
at the of the day."

On Street in November,
we lightly along the ledge
of a deep where can be seen
the of passions pledge.
The Queen of Hearts still making
and I not hay.
Oh, I too much by such, by such
is blown away.

I her gifts of the mind,
I her the secret sign that's known
to the who have known the true
gods of and stone.
And word and tint I did not
for I her poems to say.
With her own name there and her hair,
clouds over fields of May.