Chords for Cristin Milioti - Raglan Road
Tempo:
131.45 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Am
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [Am]
[F] [C]
[G] [C]
On Raglan Road on an autumn [F] day
[C] I saw [G] him first.
[C]
[F]
His [Am] dark hair weave a snare that I might one [G] day roll.
[F] I saw the [C]
danger yet I passed along the [G] enchanted way.
[C] And I said let grief be a falling leaf at the [G] dawning [C] of the day.
On [Em] Grafton [C] Street in [F] November we tripped [C] lightly [G] along [C]
the ledge.
[F] Of a deep ravine where [D] can [C] be seen the words of passion's [G] pledge.
[F] The queen of [Am] hearts still making tarts [C] and I'm not making [G] hay.
[C] Oh I [G] love too much [Am] and by [Fm] such by such [C] is happiness thrown away.
I gave him gifts [Am] of the [F] mind I [C] gave [G] him the secret [C]
signs.
[F] Known to [Am] artists who have known [C]
true gods of sound [G] and stone.
[F] The word intense [Am]
I gave [C]
him poems [G] to say.
[C]
With his own [G] name there [C] and his own dark hair like clouds [G]
[C] overflowed me.
On a quiet street where old ghosts [C#] meet I see him [F] walking on.
[Cm] Away from me so [C] hurriedly my reason must [G] allow.
[F] Had I loved [Am] not as I should [C] a creature [G] made of clay.
[C] When the angel wounds the clay he'll lose his wings [G] at the [C] dawn of day.
[Em] [Am] [F]
[C] [G] [C]
[G] [C]
[F] [C]
[G] [C]
On Raglan Road on an autumn [F] day
[C] I saw [G] him first.
[C]
[F]
His [Am] dark hair weave a snare that I might one [G] day roll.
[F] I saw the [C]
danger yet I passed along the [G] enchanted way.
[C] And I said let grief be a falling leaf at the [G] dawning [C] of the day.
On [Em] Grafton [C] Street in [F] November we tripped [C] lightly [G] along [C]
the ledge.
[F] Of a deep ravine where [D] can [C] be seen the words of passion's [G] pledge.
[F] The queen of [Am] hearts still making tarts [C] and I'm not making [G] hay.
[C] Oh I [G] love too much [Am] and by [Fm] such by such [C] is happiness thrown away.
I gave him gifts [Am] of the [F] mind I [C] gave [G] him the secret [C]
signs.
[F] Known to [Am] artists who have known [C]
true gods of sound [G] and stone.
[F] The word intense [Am]
I gave [C]
him poems [G] to say.
[C]
With his own [G] name there [C] and his own dark hair like clouds [G]
[C] overflowed me.
On a quiet street where old ghosts [C#] meet I see him [F] walking on.
[Cm] Away from me so [C] hurriedly my reason must [G] allow.
[F] Had I loved [Am] not as I should [C] a creature [G] made of clay.
[C] When the angel wounds the clay he'll lose his wings [G] at the [C] dawn of day.
[Em] [Am] [F]
[C] [G] [C]
[G] [C]
Key:
C
G
F
Am
Em
C
G
F
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On _ Raglan Road on an autumn [F] day _
[C] I saw [G] him first.
[C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
His [Am] dark hair weave a snare that I might one [G] day roll.
_ _ _ [F] _ I saw the [C]
danger yet I passed _ along the [G] enchanted _ way. _ _
[C] And I said let grief be a falling _ leaf at the _ [G] dawning [C] of the day. _ _ _ _
On [Em] Grafton [C] Street in [F] November we tripped [C] lightly [G] along [C]
the ledge.
_ _ _ [F] _ Of a deep ravine where [D] can [C] be seen the words of passion's [G] pledge.
_ _ _ [F] _ The queen of [Am] hearts still making tarts [C] and I'm not making [G] _ hay. _ _
[C] Oh I [G] love too much [Am] and by [Fm] such by such [C] is happiness _ thrown away. _ _ _ _
_ I gave him gifts [Am] of the [F] mind I _ _ [C] gave [G] him the secret [C]
signs.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ Known to [Am] artists who have known [C]
true gods of sound [G] and stone.
_ _ [F] _ The word intense [Am]
I gave _ [C] _ _ _
him poems [G] to say.
_ _ [C]
With his own [G] name there [C] and his own dark hair like clouds _ _ [G] _
[C] overflowed me. _ _ _ _ _
On a quiet street where old ghosts [C#] meet I see him [F] walking on.
_ _ _ [Cm] Away from me so [C] _ _ hurriedly my reason _ must [G] allow. _
_ _ [F] _ Had I loved [Am] not as I should _ [C] a creature _ [G] made of clay. _ _
[C] When the angel _ wounds the clay he'll lose his wings [G] at the [C] dawn of day. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On _ Raglan Road on an autumn [F] day _
[C] I saw [G] him first.
[C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
His [Am] dark hair weave a snare that I might one [G] day roll.
_ _ _ [F] _ I saw the [C]
danger yet I passed _ along the [G] enchanted _ way. _ _
[C] And I said let grief be a falling _ leaf at the _ [G] dawning [C] of the day. _ _ _ _
On [Em] Grafton [C] Street in [F] November we tripped [C] lightly [G] along [C]
the ledge.
_ _ _ [F] _ Of a deep ravine where [D] can [C] be seen the words of passion's [G] pledge.
_ _ _ [F] _ The queen of [Am] hearts still making tarts [C] and I'm not making [G] _ hay. _ _
[C] Oh I [G] love too much [Am] and by [Fm] such by such [C] is happiness _ thrown away. _ _ _ _
_ I gave him gifts [Am] of the [F] mind I _ _ [C] gave [G] him the secret [C]
signs.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ Known to [Am] artists who have known [C]
true gods of sound [G] and stone.
_ _ [F] _ The word intense [Am]
I gave _ [C] _ _ _
him poems [G] to say.
_ _ [C]
With his own [G] name there [C] and his own dark hair like clouds _ _ [G] _
[C] overflowed me. _ _ _ _ _
On a quiet street where old ghosts [C#] meet I see him [F] walking on.
_ _ _ [Cm] Away from me so [C] _ _ hurriedly my reason _ must [G] allow. _
_ _ [F] _ Had I loved [Am] not as I should _ [C] a creature _ [G] made of clay. _ _
[C] When the angel _ wounds the clay he'll lose his wings [G] at the [C] dawn of day. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _