On Raglan Road - Dervish, 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 some day rue

I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way

And I said, «let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day»

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 worth of passion’s pledge

The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, and I not making hay

Oh, I loved too much, and by such, by such is happiness thrown away

I loved too much, and by such, by such is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her the secret sign

That’s a-known to artists who have known true gods of sound and stone

And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say

With her own name there and her own dark hair

Like clouds o’er 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 have 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