On Raglan Road
from Throwing S**t at a Wall by Bill Coleman
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about
Between one thing and another I had very little time to work on a tune this particular week so I decided to keep it simple. Raglan Road is a tune that's always bewitched me, so I decided to give it the ukulele/melodica treatment.
The song is probably most associated with Luke Kelly, Dubliners leg-end. The air is traditional, the lyrics are by the poet Patrick Kavanagh. There's a more detailed explanation on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_Raglan_Road" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>.
The song is probably most associated with Luke Kelly, Dubliners leg-end. The air is traditional, the lyrics are by the poet Patrick Kavanagh. There's a more detailed explanation on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_Raglan_Road" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>.
lyrics
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
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,
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.
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 stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
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,
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.
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 stone
And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
credits
from Throwing S**t at a Wall,
released January 1, 2011
All playing and arranging by Bill. Words Patrick Kavanagh. Air traditional - 'The Dawning of the Day'.
All playing and arranging by Bill. Words Patrick Kavanagh. Air traditional - 'The Dawning of the Day'.
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Bill Coleman Ireland
Makes music with a laptop, a guitar and a pile of live-recorded loops. Reminds people of Eels, Flaming Lips, Talking
Heads...
Spent 2011 writing and recording a song a week - check out the "Throwing S**t at a Wall" album.
Currently working on his third studio album.
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