Raglan Road Songtext / Lyric

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?



I said, 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, and I, and I, and I not making hay

Well, I loved too much by such and such

Is happiness thrown away, alright



I gave her the gifts of the mind

I gave her the secret sign

That's known to all the artists who have

Known true Gods of sound and time



With word and tint I never did not stint

I gave her reams of, reams of poems to say

With her own name there and her shiny black hair

Like the clouds over fields of May



On a quiet street where old ghosts meet

I see, I see her walking now

Away from me, away from me so hurriedly

My reason, my reason, my reason, my reason must allow



For I have 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 the day, alright