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On Raglan Road chords  to the tune The Dawning of the Day 
Luke Kelly (Patrick Kavanagh  On Raglan Road F?inne Geal an Lae  )  

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   D                        G
On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
  D       G         D
I saw her first and knew
     G                   D
That her dark hair would weave a snare,
             Bm      A
that I might one day rue
  G              D
I saw the danger and I passed,
            Bm      A
along the enchanted way,
      D                             G
and I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf
       D       G      D
at the dawning of the day'

   D                      G
On Grafton Street in November,
           D        G        D
we tripped lightly along the ledge
     G                  D
Of a deep ravine, where can be seen,
             Bm        A
the worth of passion's pledge
    G                      D
The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts,
          Bm     A
and I not making hay
      D                     
Oh, I loved too much and by such,
   G        D         G       D
by such, is happiness thrown away

  D                     G
I gave her gifts of the mind,
  D            G      D
I gave her the secret signs
       G                    D
That's known to the artists who have known,
                 Bm        A
the true gods of sound and stone
    G                  D
And word and tint, without stint,
           Bm       A
I gave her poems to say
         D                                G
With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
     D           G         D
like clouds over fields of May

     D                              G
On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet,
  D       G       D
I see her walking now
 G              D
Away from me so hurriedly,
          Bm     A
my reason must allow
     G                D
That I had loved, not as I should,
           Bm      A
a creature made of clay
         D                
When the angel woos the clay,
     G         D            G       D
he'd lose, his wings at the dawn of day


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