Raglan Road (Live)

Out on Raglan Road on an August day I saw her first and I knew Her dark hair would weawe a snare That I might one day rue Saw the danger, yet I walked Out along the enchanted way And I said let grief be fallen leaf At the dawning of the day Out on Grafton Street in November We tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen The true worth of passion's pledge The Queen of Hearts still making tarts And I not making hay But 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 Known to the artists who have seen True gods of sound and stone And word and tint I did not stint But I gave her poems to say With her own name there And her long dark hair Like clouds over fields of May Out on this quiet street where the old ghosts meet I see her walking just now Out away from me so, so hurrily My reason it must allow That I had wooed not as I should A creature made of clay When the angel wooes the clay he'd lose His wings at the dawn of the day Out on Raglan Road on an August day I saw her first and I knew Her dark hair would weawe a snare That I might one day rue Saw the danger and yet I walked Out along the enchanted way And I said let grief be fallen leaf At the dawning of the day And I said let grief be fallen leaf At the dawning of the day And I said let grief be fallen leaf At the dawning of the day