A D On Raglan Road on an autumn day, A E A I saw her first and knew D A That her dark hair would weave a snare, E That I might one day rue D Bm A I saw the danger yet I walked, E7 A-long the enchanted way, A D And I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf A E A At the dawning of the day' On Grafton Street in November We tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen The worth of passions pledge The Queen of Hearts still making tarts And I not making hay Oh, I loved too much by such, by such Is happiness blown away I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known To the artists who have known the true Gods of sound and stone And word and tint I did not stint For I gave her poems to say With her own name there and her dark hair Like clouds over fields of May On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly My reason must allow That I had loved, not as I should A creature made of clay When the angel woos the clay He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E E7 Bm |