Raglan Road

Raglan Road - Luke Kelly

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 passed

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