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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
On Raglan Road of an Autumn day
I saw her first and knew,
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might oneday rue.
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way.
I said,"Let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day."
[Verse 2]
On Grafton Street in Novem ber, we
Tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion play.
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay,
Oh, I loved too much and by such by such
Is happiness thrown away.
[Verse 3]
I gave her gifts of the mind,
I gave her the secret sign,
Known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone.
And word and tint I did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May.
[Verse 4]
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now,
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow.
That I had loved, not as I should
A creature made of clay,
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of day.