A lovely, lilting melody, with the usual Irish combination of hope and despair, of love gained and lost.
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Story behind the song
Haven't researched this one yet...
Lyrics
Raglan Road
On Raglan Road on an Autumn day
I saw her first and knew,
that her dark hair would weave a snare
that I might one day rue.
I saw the danger and I walked
along the enchanted way.
And I said, "Let grief be a fallen leaf
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 depths of passion pledge.
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
but I not making hay.
And, I loved too much by such, by such
is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind, I
gave her the secret sign
that's known to artists who have known
the true gods of sound and stone.
With word and tint I dare not stint
I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair,
like clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet street where the old ghosts meet
I see her walking now,
away from me so suddenly.
My reason must allow,
for I had loved, not as I should.
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos his wings he’ll lose
at the dawning of the day.