Karaoké Raglan Road The Dubliners & Luke Kelly

On Raglan Road of an autumn day

I saw her first and 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 falling leaf at the dawning 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 passions pledged

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

I gave her gifts of the mind

I gave her the secret sign

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 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