Текст песни On Raglan Road - Luke Kelly
On
Raglan
Road
on
an
autumn
day
I
saw
her
first
and
knew
That
her
dark
hair
would
weave
a
snare
that
I
might
one
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.
On
Grafton
Street
in
November
we
tripped
lightly
along
the
ledge
Of
the
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
gave
her
gifts
of
the
mind
I
gave
her
the
secret
sign
that's
known
To
the
artists
who
have
known
the
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
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
lose
his
wings
at
the
dawn
of
day.
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