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.
Raglan Road [G]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 Drue I C saw the danger G yet I Em walked aG long the enchanted Dway And I G said 'Let grief be a falling C leeeeaf At the G dawning C of the Gday
On G Grafton Street in Novem C ber we walked G lightly aC long the G ledge Of a C deep ravine where G can be Em seen the G worth of passion's Dpledge 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 aG 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 Dstone 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 AC way from me so G hurried-Em ly my G reason must alDlow 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.