Raglan Road

Raglan Road on an Autumn day,

I saw her first and knew.

That her dark hair would weave a snare

That I may one day rue.

I saw the danger, yet I walked

A long the en chanted way

And I said let grief be a falling leaf

Bm A7

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 world of passions pledge.

The Queen of Heart's still baking tarts

And I not making hay,

Well I loved too much by such and such

Is happiness thrown away.

I gave her the gifts of the mind.

I gave her the secret sign

That's known to all the artists who have

Known true Gods of Sound and Time.

With word and tint I did not stint.

I gave her reems of poems to say

With her own dark hair and her own name there

Like the clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet 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 should

A creature made of clay.

When the angel woos, the clay heel lose

His wings at the dawn of the day.