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angol 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, yet I walked 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 - O I loved too much and 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 all the artists who have known true gods of sound and stone 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'd lose his wings at the dawn of the day. |
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The song only appears as a bonus track on the special edition of An Ancient Muse sold eclusively at Barnes & Noble.
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Lyrics by: Patrick Kavanagh Length: 6:13 Date of first publish: 2006 Studio: |
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