On Raglan Road (feat. Vince Gill)

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, yet I passed.
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling 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 worth of passions pledged.
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay,
Oh I loved too much, and by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.

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

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