Biografía:
The High Kings is an Irish ballad group formed by the same creators as Celtic Woman. Finbarr Clancy, Brian Dunphy, Martin Furey, and Darren Holden make up the group.
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Otras canciones:
- Irish Pub
- Red Is The Rose
- As I Roved Out
- Black Velvet Band
- Come With Me Now
- Dirty Old Town
- Fields Of Glory
- Green Fields Of France
- Hand Me Down My Bible
- Irelands Shore
- Irish Pub Song
- Mairis Wedding
- Mcalpines Fusiliers
- Paddys Green Shamrock Shore
- Peggy Gordon
- Raglan Road
- Star Of The County Down
- Step It Out Mary
- The Irish Pub
- The Parting Glass
- The Town I Loved So Well
- Will Ye Go Lassie Go
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
These chords are for The High Kings' version of Raglan Road
[Verse 1]
D G
On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
D A G
I saw her first and knew
G D
That her dark hair would weave a snare,
G Bm A
that I might one day rue
G D
I saw the danger and I passed,
G Bm A
along the enchanted way,
D G
and I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf
D A G
at the dawning of the day'
[Verse 2]
D G
On Grafton Street in November,
D A G
we tripped lightly along the ledge
G D
Of a deep ravine, where can be seen,
G Bm A
the worth of passion's pledge
G D
The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts,
G Bm A
and I not making hay
D G
Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such,
D A G
is happiness thrown away
[Verse 3]
D G
I gave her gifts of the mind,
D A G
I gave her the secret signs
G D
That's known to the artists who have known,
G Bm A
the true gods of sound and stone
G D
And word and tint, without stint,
G Bm A
I gave her poems to say
D G
With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
D A G
like clouds over fields of May
[Verse 4]
D G
On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet,
D A G
I see her walking now
G D
Away from me so hurriedly,
G Bm A
my reason must allow
G D
That I had loved, not as I should,
G Bm A
a creature made of clay
D G
When the angel woos the clay, he'd lose,
D A G
his wings at the dawn of day
[Verse 1]
D G
On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
D A G
I saw her first and knew
G D
That her dark hair would weave a snare,
G Bm A
that I might one day rue
G D
I saw the danger and I passed,
G Bm A
along the enchanted way,
D G
and I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf
D A G
at the dawning of the day'
[Verse 2]
D G
On Grafton Street in November,
D A G
we tripped lightly along the ledge
G D
Of a deep ravine, where can be seen,
G Bm A
the worth of passion's pledge
G D
The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts,
G Bm A
and I not making hay
D G
Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such,
D A G
is happiness thrown away
[Verse 3]
D G
I gave her gifts of the mind,
D A G
I gave her the secret signs
G D
That's known to the artists who have known,
G Bm A
the true gods of sound and stone
G D
And word and tint, without stint,
G Bm A
I gave her poems to say
D G
With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
D A G
like clouds over fields of May
[Verse 4]
D G
On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet,
D A G
I see her walking now
G D
Away from me so hurriedly,
G Bm A
my reason must allow
G D
That I had loved, not as I should,
G Bm A
a creature made of clay
D G
When the angel woos the clay, he'd lose,
D A G
his wings at the dawn of day
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