Versuri 04. 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 may one day 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? 
 
I said, on Grafton Street in November 
We tripped lightly along the ledge 
Of a deep ravine where can be seen 
The worst of passions pledged 
 
The 'Queen of Hearts' still baking tarts 
And I, and I, and I, and I not making hay 
Well, I loved too much by such and such 
Is happiness thrown away, alright 
 
I gave her the gifts of the mind 
I gave her the secret sign 
That's known to all the artists who have 
Known true Gods of sound and time 
 
With word and tint I never did not stint 
I gave her reams of, reams of  poems to say 
With her own name there and her shiny black hair 
Like the clouds over fields of May 
 
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet 
I see, I see her walking now 
Away from me, away from me so hurriedly 
My reason, my reason, my reason, my reason must allow 
 
For I have wooed, not as I should 
A creature made of clay 
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose 
His wings at the dawn of the day, alright