1. On Raglan Road

From the recording New Horizon

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On Raglan Road (Patrick Kavanagh)

On Raglan Road, of an Autumn day, I saw her first & knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed, along the enchanted way
And I said let grief, be a fallin leaf
At the dawnin of the day

On Grafton Street, in November, I tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep revine where can be seen
True worth of passion play
And the queen of hearts still making tarts, and I not makin hay
Oh I loved too much, and by such & such
Is happiness thrown away

I gave her the gifts of the mind, I gave her secret signs
That’s known to all the artists who have known
True Gods of sound and time
And her words and tint, without a stint
I gave her the poems to say
With her own name there, and her shiny dark hair
Like clouds over fields in May

On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet, I see her walkin now
Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow
That I had love, not as I should
A creature thats made of clay
When the Angel woo’s, the clay he’ll lose
At the dawning of the day