Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

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

On Raglan on an Autumn day
I saw her and knew,
that her dark hair would 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 tripped along the ledge
of a deep ravine where can be
the of passions pledge.
The of Hearts still making tarts
and I not hay.
Oh, I loved too much by such, by
is happiness away.

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