D                        G
On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
  D       A         G
I saw her first and knew
     G                   D
That her dark hair would weave a snare,
     G       Bm      A
that I might one day rue
  G              D
I saw the danger and I passed,
  G         Bm      A
along the enchanted way,
      D                             G
and I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf
       D       A      G
at the dawning of the day'

[Verse 2]
   D                      G
On Grafton Street in November,
           D        A        G
we tripped lightly along the ledge
     G                  D
Of a deep ravine, where can be seen,
    G        Bm        A
the worth of passion's pledge
    G                      D
The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts,
    G     Bm     A
and I not making hay
      D                               G
Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such,
   D         A       G
is happiness thrown away

[Verse 3]
  D                     G
I gave her gifts of the mind,
  D            A      G
I gave her the secret signs
       G                    D
That's known to the artists who have known,
    G            Bm        A
the true gods of sound and stone
    G                  D
And word and tint, without stint,
    G      Bm       A
I gave her poems to say
         D                                G
With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
     D           A         G
like clouds over fields of May

[Verse 4]
     D                              G
On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet,
  D       A       G
I see her walking now
 G              D
Away from me so hurriedly,
     G    Bm     A
my reason must allow
     G                D
That I had loved, not as I should,
     G     Bm      A
a creature made of clay
         D                          G
When the angel woos the clay, he'd lose,
    D            A       G
his wings at the dawn of day