On Raglan Road

On Raglan Road - Nedine Blom

On Raglan Road on an Autumn day

I saw her first and knew

That her dark hair would weave a snare

That I may 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 worst of passions pledged

The queen of hearts still baking tarts

And I not making hay

Well I loved too much by such and such

Is happiness thrown away

I gave her the gifts of the mind

I gave her the secret sign

That's known to the artists who have

Known true Gods of sound and time

And word and tint I never did not stint

For I gave her flowers to say

With her own name there and her dark hair

Like the clouds over fields of May