Sinead O'connor - Raglan Road Lyrics
(patrick kavanagh)Performed at some concerts during her tour in 1995On raglan road on an autumn dayI saw her first and knew,That her dark hair would weave a snareThat i might one day rue.I saw the danger yet i walkedAlong the enchanted way.And i said, "let grief be a fallen leafAt the dawning of the day."On grafton street in november,We tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worth of passions pledge.The queen of hearts still making tartsAnd i not making hay.Oh, i loved too much by such, by suchIs happiness blown away.I gave her gifts of the mind,I gave her the secret sign that's knownTo the artists who have known the trueGods of sound and stone.And word and tint i did not stintFor i gave her poems to say.With her own name there and her dark hair,Like clouds over fields of may.On a quiet street where old ghosts meetI see her walking now,Away from me so hurriedly.My reason must allow,That i had ruled, not as i should.A creature made of clay.When the angel woos the clay,He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day.
