My daughter in law is Kelt of Celt, Dell of O`Dell sept Clan by Eire & Ulster, she has borne me the most beautiful g/daughter to my son Jay Scott of Scots, 8th Laird of Ashestiel, should an old man ever receive such a blessing and joy by later life? Peter John.
I especially like the cello backup. There are various negative reviews that say the couple in the song had sex or that it was about writing poetry followed by shagging. I think that is a bit unfair. Really it is about the longing people have for love and empathy, the need to overcome loneliness and find true commitment. and anyway it is a beautiful song.
On raglan road on an autumn dayI saw he first and knewThat his dark hair would weave a snareThat I might one day rueI saw the danger and yet I walkedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said, "Let grief be a falling leafAt the dawning of the day"On grafton street in novemberWe tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions pledgedThe queen of hearts still baking tartsAnd I not making hayFor I loved too much, by such and suchIs happiness thrown awayI gave he the gifts of the mindI gave he the secret signThats known to all the artists who haveKnown true gods of sound and timeWith word and tint I did not stintI gave he reams of poems to sayWith his own dark hair and his own name thereLike the clouds over fields of mayOn a quiet street where old ghosts meetI see he walking now away from meSo hurriedly. My reason must allowFor I have wooed, not as I shouldA creature made of clayWhen the angel woos the clay, hell loseHis wings at the dawn of the day
Allow your British Heart to pump blood from Eire thru Ulster, Scotia, Cymru & Albion , then deny you cannot hate, love, die & live for every soul who clings to those unforgiving rocks.....
FrostyA1
Loreena`s voice is heavenly as always, but the Solo Cellist is beyond compare, such an accomplishment is superb, F.
Jan Deiters
The photos that accompany this piece are just transportive. I would gladly give my life for the preservation of such beauty.
FrostyA1
My daughter in law is Kelt of Celt, Dell of O`Dell sept Clan by Eire & Ulster, she has borne me the most beautiful g/daughter to my son Jay Scott of Scots, 8th Laird of Ashestiel, should an old man ever receive such a blessing and joy by later life? Peter John.
JamesStuart Brice
I especially like the cello backup. There are various negative reviews that say the couple in the song had sex or that it was about writing poetry followed by shagging. I think that is a bit unfair. Really it is about the longing people have for love and empathy, the need to overcome loneliness and find true commitment. and anyway it is a beautiful song.
ivtch51
It is said the treasury of the Irish soul is in their music. Beauty even out of tragedy. Wonderfully poetic words.
Professor Sherman Peabody
when I jump from the cathedral tower in Bruges I will recall this version. :) Just kidding.
Fran K
On raglan road on an autumn dayI saw he first and knewThat his dark hair would weave a snareThat I might one day rueI saw the danger and yet I walkedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said, "Let grief be a falling leafAt the dawning of the day"On grafton street in novemberWe tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions pledgedThe queen of hearts still baking tartsAnd I not making hayFor I loved too much, by such and suchIs happiness thrown awayI gave he the gifts of the mindI gave he the secret signThats known to all the artists who haveKnown true gods of sound and timeWith word and tint I did not stintI gave he reams of poems to sayWith his own dark hair and his own name thereLike the clouds over fields of mayOn a quiet street where old ghosts meetI see he walking now away from meSo hurriedly. My reason must allowFor I have wooed, not as I shouldA creature made of clayWhen the angel woos the clay, hell loseHis wings at the dawn of the day
TheDrumlinBoy
Such a small island Eire, we have given so much. Brilliant from a proud Canadian.
SO Dallas
What a talented and phenomenal singer!
FrostyA1
Allow your British Heart to pump blood from Eire thru Ulster, Scotia, Cymru & Albion , then deny you cannot hate, love, die & live for every soul who clings to those unforgiving rocks.....