Lyrics:

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 walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day (Listen)

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
But I loved too much, by such and such
Is happiness thrown away, alright

I gave her the gifts of the mind
Oh Lord, I gave her, 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 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 (Shh)

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet (Shh)
I see, I see her walking now
Away from me, away from me so hurriedly
And my reason, my reason, my reason, my reason must allow
But I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos
Ah, the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day, alright