Raglan Road[C] - LUKE KELLY
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On Raglan Road on an autumn day
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I saw her first and knew
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That her dark hair would weave a snare,
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that I might one day rue
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I saw the danger and I passed,
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along the en--chanted way,
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and I said, Let grief, be a fallen leaf
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at the dawning of the day'
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On Grafton Street in November,
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we tripped lightly along the ledge
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Of a deep ravine, where can be seen,
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the true worth of passion's pledge
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The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts,
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and I not making hay
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Oh, I loved too much and by such,
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by such, is happiness thrown away
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I gave her gifts of the mind I,
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gave her the secret signs
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That's known to the artists who have known,
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the true gods of sound and stone
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And the word and tint, with--out stint,
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I gave her poems to say
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With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
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like clouds over fields of May
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On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet,
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I see her walking now
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A--way from me so hurriedly,
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my reason must al--low
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That I had loved, not as I should,
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a creature made of clay
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When the angel woos, the clay he'd lose
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his wings at the dawn of day
(Slowing Down)
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When the angel woos, the clay he'd lose
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his wings at the dawn of day
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On CRaglan Road on an autumn Fday
I Csaw her Ffirst and Cknew
That Fher dark hair would Cweave a snare,
that I might Amone day G rue
I Fsaw the danger Cand I passed,
along the en-Am-chanted Gway,
and I Csaid, Let grief, be a fallen Fleaf
at the Cdawning Fof the Cday'
On CGrafton Street in NovemFber,
we tripped Clightly aFlong the Cledge
Of a Fdeep ravine, where Ccan be seen,
the true worth of Ampassion's Gpledge
The FQueen of Hearts, still Cmaking tarts,
and I not Ammaking Ghay
Oh, I Cloved too much and by such,
by Fsuch, is Chappiness Fthrown aCway
I Cgave her gifts of the Fmind I,
gave Cher the Fsecret Csigns
That's Fknown to the artists Cwho have known,
the true gods of Amsound and Gstone
And the Fword and tint, with-C-out stint,
I gave her Ampoems to Gsay
With her Cown name there, and her own dark Fhair,
like Cclouds over Ffields of CMay
On a Cquiet street, where old ghosts Fmeet,
I Csee her Fwalking Cnow
A-F-way from me so Churriedly,
my reason Ammust al-G-low
That FI had loved, not Cas I should,
a creature Ammade of Gclay
When the Cangel woos, the clay he'd Flose
his Cwings at the Fdawn of Cday
Slowing Down
When the Cangel woos, the clay he'd Flose
his Cwings at the Fdawn of Cday