Raglan Road Songtext
von Briste

On Ryeland 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, yet 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 passion′s pledge
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

Oh I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who have known
True gods of sound and stone
For word on tint I did not stint
For I gave her poems to say
With her own name there, and her own dark hair
Like clouds o′ the fields of May


On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking out
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That I have loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'll loose his wings at the dawn of day