verse 1
D G
On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
D A G
I saw her first and knew
G D
That her dark hair would weave a snare,
G Bm A
that I might one day rue
G D
I saw the danger and I passed,
G Bm A
along the enchanted way,
D G
and I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf
D A G
at the dawning of the day'
verse 2
D G
On Grafton Street in November,
D A G
we tripped lightly along the ledge
G D
Of a deep ravine, where can be seen,
G Bm A
the worth of passion's pledge
G D
The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts,
G Bm A
and I not making hay
D G
Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such,
D A G
is happiness thrown away
verse 3
D G
I gave her gifts of the mind,
D A G
I gave her the secret signs
G D
That's known to the artists who have known,
G Bm A
the true gods of sound and stone
G D
And word and tint, without stint,
G Bm A
I gave her poems to say
D G
With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
D A G
like clouds over fields of May
verse 4
D G
On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet,
D A G
I see her walking now
G D
Away from me so hurriedly,
G Bm A
my reason must allow
G D
That I had loved, not as I should,
G Bm A
a creature made of clay
D G
When the angel woos the clay, he'd lose,
D A G
his wings at the dawn of day