Raglan Road

Raglan Road (Live) - The Dubliners

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 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 pledged

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 I did not 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'll lose his wings at dawn of day

When the angel woos the clay

He'll lose his wings at dawn of day