Raglan Road Songtext
von Patsy Watchorn

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 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 work of passion pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
O I loved too much and 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 artist few have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without a stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields in May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I saw her walking now
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 lose his wings at the dawn of day