Sinead o connor Guitar lesson

                                                                           

              
 

 

 
    RAGLAN ROAD             Sinead o Connor
              
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On Raglan Rd of a autumn da ---y I saw her first and knew
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That her dark hair would weave a snare
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That I would one day rue
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I saw the danger yet I passed along the enchanted way
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 And I said let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day
 
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On Grafton St in Novembe ----r  we tripped lightly along the ledge
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Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion play
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The Queen of hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
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Oh I loved to much and by such by suc --- h is happiness thrown away
  
 
 
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I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her  the seeret signs
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That's known to artists who have known-the true gods of sound and stone
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And her words and tint-without stint., I gave her poems to say
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With her own name there and her own dark hair
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Like clouds over fields of May
 
 
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On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
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Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow
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That I had loved not as I should, a creature ,made of clay
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When the angel woos the clay he'll lose
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His wings at the dawn of day
 
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