On Raglan Road, of an autumn day
I saw her first in view
That her dark hair could weep a snare
That I might one day rue
Well, I saw the danger and I passed
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 took lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The work of passion's pledge
When the queen of hearts still make gintards
And I, not making hay
Well, I've loved too much and by such, by such
Was happiness thrown away
Now the lonely street where all goats meet
I see her passing now
Away from me so hurriedly
That my reason was to love
For I have loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel moves the clay
He'd lose his wings
At the dawn of the day