Donna Taggart - Raglan Road video free download

Nick Best

Who is playing the solo?

Edward Taylor

Donna taggart could you teach this song to be song by a male please

Sile Barron

Thank you. A fab rendition of the raglin rd. Keep singing. Sheila

catherine Barrett

Love love love

Martin Dornan

Very good well done

John Harrington

World class song and voice.JohnT

John Harrington

Fantastic. A beautiful voice. Makes me happy.JohnT

Bill Brown

These singers from Ireland sing so soft they are wonderful hope some day to here them sing in Heaven

michael higgins

I always thought Van Morrison and the Chieftains was a great version of this song but I have to put this up there with my favourite version

Joe Ruiz

...I gave her poems to say... Just so beautifully stated and sung!

Bill Brown

Beautiful song as she sings it

Bill Brown

What a wonderful voice and songs

Earl Hedrick

thats a very soothin song right there

jessie kenny

a Sudan true talent

Samantha Shortall

On Raglan Road on an autumn dayI saw her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I might one day rueI saw the danger, yet I passedAlong 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 worth of passions pledgedThe 'Queen of Hearts' still making tartsAnd I not making hayOh, I loved too much and by such, by suchIs happiness thrown awayI gave her gifts of the mindI gave her the secret signThat's known to the artists who have knownThe true gods of sound and stoneAnd word and tint I did not stintFor I gave her poems to sayWith her own name there and her own dark hairLike clouds over fields of

martin gillooly

a beautiful clear voice

Hannah Walsh

On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,I saw her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I may one day rue.I saw the danger, yet I walkedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said let grief be a falling leafAt the dawning of the day.On Grafton Street in November,We tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions pledged.The Queen of Hearts still baking tartsAnd I not making hay,Well I loved too much; by such and suchIs happiness thrown away.I gave her the gifts of the mind.I gave her the secret signThat's known to all the artists who haveKnown true Gods of Sound and Time.With word and tint I did not stint.I gave her reams of poems to sayWith her own dark hair and her own name thereLike 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 shouldA creature made of clay.When the angel woos the clay, he'll loseHis wings at the dawn of the day.

brian baru

beautiful song

Ian Williams

luke kelly was the best singing this song but this version is brill aswel

Aris nikon Kouts Kennedy

The pic looks like Sarah loml