Raglan Road
from The Significance of Peaches by Chris Bathgate
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lyrics
On Raglan Road, on an autumn day, I saw her first and knew
that her dark hair would weave a snare that I one day might rue.
I saw the danger, 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 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 and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her the secret sign
that's known to all the artists who have known gods of sound and stone.
With word and tint I did not stint, gave her reams of poems to say
with her own dark hair and her own name there,
like 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'd loose his wings at the dawn of day.
that her dark hair would weave a snare that I one day might rue.
I saw the danger, 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 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 and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her the secret sign
that's known to all the artists who have known gods of sound and stone.
With word and tint I did not stint, gave her reams of poems to say
with her own dark hair and her own name there,
like 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'd loose his wings at the dawn of day.
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from The Significance of Peaches,
released May 13, 2022
Written by Patrick Kavanagh (IMRO IPI: 160409595); Published by Mechanical Copyright Protection Society Ltd
Written by Patrick Kavanagh (IMRO IPI: 160409595); Published by Mechanical Copyright Protection Society Ltd
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