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