Raglan Road 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 fallen 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
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 word 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'd lose
His wings at the dawn of day