On Raglan Road

Johnny Logan2018年5月18日

On Raglan Road - Johnny Logan

Written by:Patrick Kavanagh

On Raglan road

On an autumn day


I saw her first


And knew


That her dark hair would

Weave a snare


That I might someday rue


I saw the danger


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 the deep ravine where can be seen

The worth

Of passions pledged


The queen of hearts still making tarts


And I not making hay


Oh I loved too much


And by such and such


Is happiness


Thrown away


I gave her gifts


Of the mind

I gave her the secret sign


That's known to a artists

Who have known


True Gods

Of sound and stone


And word and tint

I did not stint


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




Away from me so hurriedly


My reason must allow


That I had would not as I should


A creature made of clay


When the angel woos

The clay

He'd lose his wings at


The dawn and of the day


When the angel woos


His clay

He'd lose

His wings at


The dawn and


Of the day