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 walked Along the enchanted way And I said, âLet grief be a falling leaf At the dawning of the dayâ I said, 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, and I, and I, and I not making hay Well, I loved too much by such and such Is happiness thrown away, alright 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 never did not stint I gave her reams of, reams of poems to say With her own name there and her shiny black hair Like the clouds over fields of May On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see, I see her walking now Away from me, away from me so hurriedly My reason, my reason, my reason, my reason must allow For I have wooed, not as I should A creature made of clay When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose His wings at the dawn of the day, alright © CHRYSALIS SONGS; ESSENTIAL MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com