Song :
A
Intro :
D D
D G
On Raglan Road of an Autumn day,
D G D
I saw her first and I knew.
G D Bm
That her dark hair would weave a snare,
D A
that I might one day rue.
G D Bm
I saw the danger and I passed,
D A
a-long the en-chanted way.
D G
And I said: "Let grief be a falling leaf,
D G D
at the dawning of the day."
D G
On Grafton Street in Novem-ber,
D G D
we tripped lightly a-long the ledge.
G D Bm
Of a deep ra-vine where can be seen,
D A
the worth of passion's pledge.
G D Bm
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts,
D A
and I not making hay.
D G
Oh I loved too much and by such,
D G D
by such is happiness thrown a-way.
D G
I gave her gifts of the mind,
D G D
I gave her the secret sign.
G D Bm
That's known to the artists who have known,
D A
the true Gods of sound and stone.
G D Bm
And word and tint with-out stint,
D A
I gave her poems to say.
D G
With her own name there and her long dark hair,
D G D
like clouds over fields of May.
D G
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
D G D
I see her walking now.
G D Bm
A-way from me so hurried-ly,
D A
my reason must al-low.
G D Bm
That I have loved not as I should,
D A
a creature made of clay.
D G
When the angel woes the clay he'll lose,
D G D D
his wings at the dawn of day.
