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A7 On D Raglan Road on an Autumn G Day, I Bm saw her A7 first and D knew. That G her dark hair would F#m weave a Bm snare That D I may one day A7 rue. I G saw the danger, F#m yet I Bm walked A F#m long the en Bmchanted A7 way And I D said let F#m grief be a D falling G leaf At the Bm dawning A7 of the day.
On Grafton Street in November, We tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen The world of passions pledge. The Queen of Heart's still baking tarts And I not making hay, Well I loved too much by such and such Is happiness thrown away. I gave her the gifts of the mind. 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 did not stint. I gave her reems of poems to say With her own dark hair and her own name there Like the clouds over fields of May. On a quiet where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now away from me, So hurriedly my reason must allow. For I have wooed not as I should A creature made of clay. When the angel woos, the clay heel lose His wings at the dawn of the day.