Van the man....
I min oautoriserade serie "röster som river" presenterar jag i dag
Irska singer/songwriter Van Morrison..hans röst och säregna songstil är underbart tycker jag..
Min favorit låt m han vill nog för alltid vara den här:
Ragland road.
Irska singer/songwriter Van Morrison..hans röst och säregna songstil är underbart tycker jag..
Min favorit låt m han vill nog för alltid vara den här:
Ragland road.
On raglan road on an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.
On grafton street in november,
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worst of passions pledged.
The queen of hearts still baking tarts
And I'm not making hay,
Well I loved too much; by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her the gifts of the mind.
I gave her the secret sign
Thats known to all the artists who have
Known true gods of sound and time.
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her reams of poems to say
With her own dark hair and her own name there
Like the 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,
For I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.
Van Morrison.
lyssna här:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9YUNYx0y3Y
hitta texten här.
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/v/van+morrison/raglan+road_20143086.html
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.
On grafton street in november,
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worst of passions pledged.
The queen of hearts still baking tarts
And I'm not making hay,
Well I loved too much; by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her the gifts of the mind.
I gave her the secret sign
Thats known to all the artists who have
Known true gods of sound and time.
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her reams of poems to say
With her own dark hair and her own name there
Like the 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,
For I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.
Van Morrison.
lyssna här:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9YUNYx0y3Y
hitta texten här.
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/v/van+morrison/raglan+road_20143086.html
Kommentarer
Trackback