Raglan Road

Lyrics
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I would someday 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 walked lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen The worth of passion's pledge The queen of hearts still making tarts And I not making hay And I loved too much and by such and such Is happiness thrown away I gave her the gifts of the mind I gave her a secret sign That's known to all the artists Who have known true gods of sound and tome And word and tint I never did stint I gave him reams of poems to say With her own name there and long, dark hair Like the clouds o'er 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 wooed not as I should A creature made of clay When the angel woos, the clay he'll lose His wings at the dawn of day On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might someday 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."
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Credits
- Writers
- Patrick Kavanagh
- Traditional