Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

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

On Raglan on an Autumn day
I saw her and knew,
that her dark hair weave a snare
I might one day rue.
I saw the danger yet I
the enchanted way.
And I said, "Let grief be a fallen
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 happiness away.

I her gifts of the mind,
I gave her the secret sign known
to the artists who have known the
of sound and stone.
And word and tint I did not
for I her poems to say.
With her own there and her dark hair,
clouds over fields of May.