Raglan Road Lyrics - Dubliners

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 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 word and tint I did not stint 

For 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 dawn of day