Raglan Road

     Traditional, words by P. Kavanagh, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy
     Moloney

Intro: D A7 D

     [A7} On [D] Raglan Road on an Autumn [G] Day,
     I [Bm] saw her [A7] first and [D] knew.
     That [G] her dark hair would [F#m] weave a [Bm] snare
     That [D] I may one day [A7] rue.
     I [G] saw the danger, [F#m] yet I [Bm] walked
     A [F#m] long the en [Bm]chanted [A7] way
     And I [D] said let [F#m] grief be a [D] falling [G] leaf
     At the [Bm] dawning [A7] of the day.

     On Grafton Street in November,
     We tripped lightly along the ledge
     Of a deep ravine where can be seen
     The world of passions pledge.
     The Queen of Heart's still baking tarts
     And I not making hay,
     Well I loved too much by such and such
     Is happiness thrown away.

     I gave her the gifts of the mind.
     I gave her the secret sign
     That's known to all the artists who have
     Known true Gods of Sound and Time.
     With word and tint I did not stint.
     I gave her reems of poems to say
     With her own dark hair and her own name there
     Like the clouds over fields of May.

     On a quiet where old ghosts meet,
     I see her walking now away from me,
     So hurriedly my reason must allow.
     For I have wooed not as I should
     A creature made of clay.
     When the angel woos, the clay heel lose
     His wings at the dawn of the day.