[Verse 1]
On Raglan Road on 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 walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day (Listen)
[Verse 2]
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worst of passions pledged
The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts
And I, and I, and I, and I not making hay
But I loved too much, by such and such
Is happiness thrown away, alright
[Verse 3]
I gave her the gifts of the mind
Oh Lord, I gave her, 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 never did stint
I gave her reams of, reams of poems to say
With her own name there and her shiny black hair
Like the clouds over fields of May (Shh)
On Raglan Road on 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 walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day (Listen)
[Verse 2]
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worst of passions pledged
The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts
And I, and I, and I, and I not making hay
But I loved too much, by such and such
Is happiness thrown away, alright
[Verse 3]
I gave her the gifts of the mind
Oh Lord, I gave her, 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 never did stint
I gave her reams of, reams of poems to say
With her own name there and her shiny black hair
Like the clouds over fields of May (Shh)
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