C C F On Raglan Road on an autumn day, C F C I saw her first and knew F C That her dark hair would weave a snare, Am G that I might one day rue F C I saw the danger and I passed, Am G along the enchanted way, C F and I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf C F C at the dawning of the day' C F On Grafton Street in November, C F C we tripped lightly along the ledge F C Of a deep ravine, where can be seen, Am G the worth of passion's pledge F C The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts, Am G and I not making hay C Oh, I loved too much and by such, F C F C by such, is happiness thrown away C F I gave her gifts of the mind, C F C I gave her the secret signs F C That's known to the artists who have known, Am G the true gods of sound and stone F C And word and tint, without stint, Am G I gave her poems to say C F With her own name there, and her own dark hair, C F C like clouds over fields of May C F On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet, C F C I see her walking now F C Away from me so hurriedly, Am G my reason must allow F C That I had loved, not as I should, Am G a creature made of clay C When the angel woos the clay, F C F C he'd lose, his wings at the dawn of day
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