Raglan Road (Live)
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I would some 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."
On Grafton Street in november we would walk lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passions pledge
The queen of hearts still making tarts and I'm not making hay
And I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away
I gave her the gifts of the mind I gave her a secret sign
That's known to all the artists who have known true gods of sound and tone
And word and tint I never did stint I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and long dark hair like the clouds o'er 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
That I had wooed not as I should a creature of clay
When the angel woos the clay he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might some 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."
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I would some 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."
On Grafton Street in november we would walk lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passions pledge
The queen of hearts still making tarts and I'm not making hay
And I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away
I gave her the gifts of the mind I gave her a secret sign
That's known to all the artists who have known true gods of sound and tone
And word and tint I never did stint I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and long dark hair like the clouds o'er 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
That I had wooed not as I should a creature of clay
When the angel woos the clay he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might some 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."
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Knopfler, Patrick Kavanagh
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