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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Greg Russell And Ciaran Algar - On Raglan Road
CAPO: 3rd Fret
[VERSE 1:]
C F
On Raglan Road on an autumn day
C G C
I saw her first and knew
F C
That her dark hair would weave and snare
G
That I might one day rue
[VERSE 2:]
F C
I saw the danger and I passed
G
Along the enchanted way
C F
And I said let grief be a fallen leaf
C G C
At the dawning of the day
[VERSE 3:]
F
On Grafton Street in November
C G C
We tripped lightly along the ledge
F C
But the deep ravine was hardly seen
G
The work of passion's pledge
[VERSE 4:]
F C
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
G
And I'm not making hay
C F
Oh, I love too much, by such by such
C G C
Is happiness thrown away
[VERSE 5:]
F
I gave her gifts of the mind
C G C
And I gave her secret signs
F C
Now to the artists have I known
G
To gods of sound and stone
[VERSE 6:]
F C
Good intent, I did not stint
G
I gave her poems to say
C F
In her own name there, in her own dark hell
C G C
I ploughed, so the fields obey
[VERSE 7:]
F
On a quiet street where the old ghosts meet
C G C
I see her walking now
F C
Away from me, so hurriedly
G
My reason hurts aloud
[VERSE 8:]
F C
But had I loved, not as I should
G
A creature made of clay
C F
The angel woos and loses wings
C G C
At the dawning of the day
CAPO: 3rd Fret
[VERSE 1:]
C F
On Raglan Road on an autumn day
C G C
I saw her first and knew
F C
That her dark hair would weave and snare
G
That I might one day rue
[VERSE 2:]
F C
I saw the danger and I passed
G
Along the enchanted way
C F
And I said let grief be a fallen leaf
C G C
At the dawning of the day
[VERSE 3:]
F
On Grafton Street in November
C G C
We tripped lightly along the ledge
F C
But the deep ravine was hardly seen
G
The work of passion's pledge
[VERSE 4:]
F C
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
G
And I'm not making hay
C F
Oh, I love too much, by such by such
C G C
Is happiness thrown away
[VERSE 5:]
F
I gave her gifts of the mind
C G C
And I gave her secret signs
F C
Now to the artists have I known
G
To gods of sound and stone
[VERSE 6:]
F C
Good intent, I did not stint
G
I gave her poems to say
C F
In her own name there, in her own dark hell
C G C
I ploughed, so the fields obey
[VERSE 7:]
F
On a quiet street where the old ghosts meet
C G C
I see her walking now
F C
Away from me, so hurriedly
G
My reason hurts aloud
[VERSE 8:]
F C
But had I loved, not as I should
G
A creature made of clay
C F
The angel woos and loses wings
C G C
At the dawning of the day
Greg Thompson
Greg Trooper
Greg Weeks
Gregg Alexander
Gregg Allman