Raglan Road

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 .