On Raglan Road (Her Dark Hair)

On Raglan Road (Her Dark Hair) - Katherine Lynch

On raglan road on an autumn day

I ain't met her first and knew

That her dark hair would weave a snare

That I might one day rue

I saw the danger yet I passed

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 and by such by such

Is happiness thrown away

On raglan road on an autumn day

I have met her first and knew

I tell dark hair would weave a snare

I tell dark hair would weave a snare

I tell dark hair would weave a snare

On a quiet street where the old ghosts meet

I see her walking now

Away from me so hurriedly

My reason must allow

That I had loft not as I should

A creature made of clay

When the angel woos the claied

Lose his wings of the dawn of day

I tell dark hair would weave a snare

I tell dark hair would weave a snare