Irish Mythen

Kishore Kumar Hits — Irish Mythen - Raglan Road lyrics

Artist: Irish Mythen

album: Little Bones

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 was 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 worst of passions pledged
The 'Queen of Hearts' still baking tarts
And I not making hay
Well, I love 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
True gods of sound and tine
With word and tint I did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own dark hair and her own name there
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
For I have would not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day

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