Raglan Road [Nights from the Alhambra Live]
On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That his dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger, and yet I walked
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, there 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, by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave him gifts of the mind
I gave him the secret sign
That's known to all the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and time
With word and tint and budget stint
I gave him reams of poems to say
So in the name of there and his shiny black hair
Like the clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see him walking now
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That I had moved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'd lose his wings at the dawn of the day