Chieftains (The)
Raglan Road
On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,I saw her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I may one day rue.I saw the danger, yet I walkedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said let grief be a falling leafAt the dawning of the day.On Grafton Street in November,We tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions pledged.The Queen of Hearts still baking tartsAnd I not making hay,Well I loved too much; by such and suchIs happiness thrown away.I gave her the gifts of the mind.I gave her the secret signThat's known to all the artists who haveKnown true Gods of Sound and Time.With word and tint I did not stint.SongtexteI gave her reams of poems to sayWith her own dark hair and her own name thereLike the 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,For I have wooed, not as I shouldA creature made of clay.When the angel woos the clay, he'll loseHis wings at the dawn of the day.
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