Raglan Road

Intro: D A7 D

[A7} On [D] Raglan Road on an Autumn [G] Day,

I [Bm] saw her [A7] first and [D] knew.

That [G] her dark hair would [F#m] weave a [Bm] snare

That [D] I may one day [A7] rue.

I [G] saw the danger, [F#m] yet I [Bm] walked

A [F#m] long the en [Bm]chanted [A7] way

And I [D] said let [F#m] grief be a [D] falling [G] leaf

At the [Bm] dawning [A7] 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 passions 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 reems 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.