Simply wonderful! With just the piano and cello. My favorite version! Loreenas voice is from another world!
@jamesstuartbrice4203 жыл бұрын
Here is what I found in the internet about the song. "The words were written originally as a poem by the Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh and published in the Irish Press in 1946 under the title, Dark Haired Miriam Ran Away. ... Kavanagh’s poem was later set to the melody of an old Irish song called, Fainne Gael an Lae, which was loosely translated as The Dawning of the Day." We can hear a good version of this song in Gaelic, which is different from Raglan Road performed by traditional singers: "Fáinne Geal an Lae"~~Iarla O'Lionaird and Steve Cooney and also by Na Casaidigh both in KZfaq videos. What I especially love about the performance by Loreena McKennitt is the lovely backup on the piano and cello and whatever other instruments are there, perhaps a violin. The lyrics were originally a poem before the melody was added. I think probably it owes its popularity to the melody of Fainne Gael an Lae. Probably it is a good poem, but I have never heard of Kavenagh before this, so perhaps he is more a national poet than an international one, like Shakespeare or Goethe. Yeats is the first Irish poet I think of, and of course Joyce as a great Irish novelist.
@centuriesofblood4 жыл бұрын
There could not possibly be a better version of this.
@nogurunomethodnoteacher3 жыл бұрын
Hear Van Morrison one, not better but very good.
@marcorotondo3923 күн бұрын
Una grandissima poesia. Una musica senza tempo. Non posso fermarla in me. Mi dà energia. Perché è vita, vera. Questa interpretazione è infinita❤
@Quasilobo4 жыл бұрын
The warm smile the cellist gives to Ms McKennitt at 2:06 would melt an ice cap. Priceless!
@tonycurtin23763 жыл бұрын
Her name is Caroline Lavelle, wonderful cellist. Thought you’d like to know.
@77MyEsha5 жыл бұрын
Brought a lump to my throat, made my heart swell, and brought a tear to my eye. BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@deanbagdasarian81223 жыл бұрын
Exactly
@nogurunomethodnoteacher3 жыл бұрын
When I hear Loreena singing it’s the same deep emotion since 1987.
@M_Michel4 жыл бұрын
Ideed the best version never heard ! Loreena is just the perfection.
@talithadeck20023 жыл бұрын
I love this Song so much 🖤
@ianwattsOfficial4 жыл бұрын
so sweet a tune to settle the heart from on a eagles wing, so high love from Ian Watts Australia, Great music
@veramarialadicha89966 жыл бұрын
Heartwrenchingly beautiful and the best version ever!
@4EyedAnimation4 жыл бұрын
Its up there...not to rank em but listen to Luke Kelly, Van Morrison, Mary Black and even Roger Daltrey
@kartofff4 жыл бұрын
@@4EyedAnimation Not to rank them... but I find that Loreena McKennit's harmonics, swelling rythms, mastery of voice, and simply her sheer power, make her a standing monument of music. It's honestly "something else".
@Flower-xr6sv3 жыл бұрын
Wunderschöner Song - smarte Stimme - den kann man 1000 mal und mehr genießen ☺️
@timothylewis6042 жыл бұрын
The best version by far, she’s so amazingly beautiful watching her sing this 🌹🌹💐💐
@josephcoughlan2539 Жыл бұрын
I think we can appreciate many versions I love her version I also like Luke Kellys too.
@feardorcha4686 Жыл бұрын
@@josephcoughlan2539 Luke's version on RTE ...was the one ...still love Loreeena's version but ...
@dustjunky20002 ай бұрын
It's like an angel came down just to let us know what heaven sounds like.
@jamesstuartbrice4206 жыл бұрын
On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, and I passed along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day. On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay - Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away. I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign That’s knownTo the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like 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 That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay - When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day. from graftonstreet.ie What a wonderful song and the singer gives such passion and feeling to it. I can listen to this over and over. And of course I also like Mary Black's different version too.
@allsorts40414 жыл бұрын
JamesStuart Brice yes ...OF an autumn day. Thanks for the true lyrics.
@phanganmoon86622 жыл бұрын
Masterpiece 🙏
@sehhelfer25542 жыл бұрын
What a wonderful version. Thank you.
@misssophie651510 ай бұрын
Unreal to deliver such a rendition live...
@taylordw2 жыл бұрын
Heavenly
@marcoantoniomorales94572 жыл бұрын
Muy buena melodía..saludos a todo mundo
@centuriesofblood4 жыл бұрын
exquisite, transcendent performance
@brianmurphy97525 жыл бұрын
I have heard the different artists from the master Luke Kelly to Mary Black and now to Loreena and others--- I'll no choose a favorite for it is the song itself that is the favorite with each voice and singer giving it their own unique and lovely utterance...
@jameslisle48655 жыл бұрын
Weel said Mr. Murphy!
@eckebertfrebbin62094 жыл бұрын
Brilliant
@4EyedAnimation4 жыл бұрын
God love the Irish
@jesusloracastaneda34646 ай бұрын
La BELLEZA existe en su música
@nigelmcmorris90962 жыл бұрын
Claiming that this is the best version may be controversial, but I will say it’s my favourite of the many I’ve heard.
@hoshisleftnipple Жыл бұрын
On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue I saw the danger, and I passed along the enchanted way And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay Oh, I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her the secret sign That's known to the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say With her own name there and her own dark hair like 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 That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay When the angel woos the play, he'd lose his wings at the dawning of the day
@sufiest6662 жыл бұрын
and how could I not like it........
@feardorcha4686 Жыл бұрын
After Luke Kelly's version this is the next best!
@kieransavage1003 күн бұрын
Special….
@richH16252 жыл бұрын
Interesting that not all the gender references are changed? On Raglan Road on an autumn day i saw him first and knew That his dark hair would weave a snare that i might one day rue I saw the danger and 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 worth of passions pledge The queen of hearts still making tarts and i not making hay But i loved too much by such and such is happiness thrown away I gave him the gifts of the mind i gave him the secret sign That's known to all the artists who have known true gods of sound and time With word and tint i never did stint i gave him reams of poems to say With his own name there and his shiny black hair like the clouds over fields of may On a quiet street where old ghosts meet i see him walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That i had 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
@torvilasulvstle3622 жыл бұрын
Jesus wept!
@nilsbrownmusic4507 Жыл бұрын
She changed to the opposite gender consistently until the very last line. Normally it’s the singer who’s the angel who loses their wings. Not so here. ‘tis a shame.