Raglan Road - Luke Kelly (Patrick Kavanagh) On [G] Raglan Road on an Autumn [C] day I [G] saw her [C] first and [G] knew That [C] her dark hair would [G] weave a [Em] snare that [G] I might one day [D]rue I [C] saw the danger [G] yet I [Em] walked a[G] long the enchanted [D]way And I [G] said 'Let grief be a falling [C] leeeeaf At the [G] dawning [C] of the [G]day On [G] Grafton Street in Novem [C] ber we walked [G] lightly a[C] long the [G] ledge Of a [C] deep ravine where [G] can be [Em] seen the [G] worth of passion's [D]pledge The [C] Queen of Hearts still [G] making [Em] tarts, and [G] I not making hay Oh I [G] loved too much and by such, by [C] such is [G] happiness [C] thrown a[G] way I [G] gave her gifts of the mi - [C] ind I [G] gave her the [C] secret [G] sign That's [C] known to the artists [G] who have [Em] known the [G] true gods of sound and [D]stone And [C] word and tint [G] without [Em] stint, I [G] gave her poems to say With her [G] own name there and her long dark [C] hair Like [G] clouds o'er the [C] fields of [G] May On a [G] quiet street where old ghosts [C] meet I [G] see her [C] walking [G] now A[C] way from me so [G] hurried-[Em] ly my [G] reason must al[D]low That [C] I have wooed not [G] as I [Em] should, a [G] creature made of clay when the [G] angel woos the clay he'll [C] lose his [G] wings at the [C] dawn of [G] day.