Karaoké Raglan Road (live) Luke Kelly

On Raglan Road of an Autumn day

I saw her first and I knew

That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue

I saw the danger and I passed along the enchanted way

And I said Let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawnin' of the day

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge

Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's play

The Queen of Hearts still makin' tarts and I not makin' hay

Oh 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 signs

That's known to the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone

And her words and tint without stint

I gave her poems to say

With her own name there and her own dark hair

Like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet

I see her walkin' 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