Words & Music:
Patrick Kavanaugh & Traditional Irish Tune
Arr: Van Morrison & Paddy Maloney
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On Raglan Road on an autumn day, I saw her first and knew
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That her dark hair would weave a snare that I may one day rue.
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I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way.
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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 world of passion's pledge.
The Queen of Heart's still baking tarts and I, not making hay,
Well, I loved too much by such and such is happiness thrown away.
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 did not stint. I gave her reams of poems to say.
With her own dark hair and her own name there
Like the clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow.
For I have wooed not as I should a creature made of clay.
When the angel woos, the clay heel lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.