On Raglan Road on an autumn day
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The power of passion's pleasure
I saw the danger and I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day
And on Grafton Street in November
I tripped lightly along the ledge
And the queen of hearts, she's still making tarts
And I'm not making hay
I saw the danger and I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day
And you gave me gifts of the mind
You gave me the secret sign
That lets known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and time
With words' intent
No I did not stint
You gave me poems and songs so I could sing
And with your cold dark hair
And you wandering there
Like clouds over fields of may
And on a quiet street now
Where old ghosts meet
I saw you walking by
Away from me
Ah so hurriedly
My reasons have I none
If I not would quite as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He loses his wings at the dawn of day