Lyrics Raglan Road - Loreena McKennitt
On
raglan
road
on
an
autumn
day
i
saw
him
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
where
can
be
seen
the
worth
of
passions
play
The
queen
of
hearts
still
making
tarts
and
i
not
making
hay
But
i
loved
too
much
by
such
and
such
is
happiness
thrown
away
I
gave
him
the
gifts
of
the
mind
i
gave
him
the
secret
sign
That's
known
to
the
artists
who
have
known
true
gods
of
sound
and
time
With
word
and
tint
i
never
did
stint
i
gave
him
reams
of
poems
to
say
With
his
own
name
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
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
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