Raglan Road Lyrics

On Raglan Road on 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 yet I walked�
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 a deep ravine where can be seen�
the worth of passions pledge.�
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts�
and I not making hay.�
Oh, I loved too much by such, by such�
is happiness blown 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 I did not stint�
for I gave her poems to say.�
With her own name there and her 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 ruled, not as I should.�
A creature made of clay.�
When the angel woos the clay,�
he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day.