Lyrics: 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 one day rue
I saw the danger yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
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 passions pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh, I loved too much by such, by such
Is happiness blown 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 dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May