Tekst+7+Raglan

=Raglan Road= On Raglan Road on an August 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

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 was baking tarts And I not making hay For I loved too much, like such, like such Is happiness thrown away

Now I gave her secrets of the mind I gave her the sign that's known Unto the artist who has pledged The true God of clay and stone And word or hint I did not stint For I gave her poems to say With her own name there and her long dark hair Like clouds o'er the fields in May

On a quiet street where the 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 his wings he'll lose At the dawning of the day

Melodi: //Fainne Geal an Lae// (The Dawning of the Day)