Raglan Road

On Raglan Road, on an Autumn day

I saw her first and knew

That her dark hair would weave a snare

That I might some 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"

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 passion's 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

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 a-known to the artists who have known

True gods of sound and stone

And word and tint without stint

I gave her poems to say

With her own name there

And her own dark hair

Like clouds over fields of May

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 the dawn of day

When the Angel woos the clay

He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day

At the dawning of the day