Bonny Portmore (Live At The Alhambra Palace, Granada, Spain/2006)

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 and 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 a deep ravine, that can be seen the worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay
For I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away

I gave him 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 time
With word and tint I never did stint, I gave him rhymes of poems to say
So, the 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 lose his wings at the dawn of the day