Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

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

On Raglan on an Autumn day
I saw her and knew,
that her dark would weave a snare
I might one day rue.
I saw the danger yet I
along the 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 ravine where can be
the worth of pledge.
The Queen of Hearts still making
and I not hay.
Oh, I loved too much by such, by
is blown away.

I gave her of the mind,
I gave her the secret that's known
to the artists who known the true
gods of and stone.
And word and I did not stint
for I her poems to say.
With her own name there and her hair,
like over fields of May.