On Raglan Road - Sinead O'Connor
On Raglan Road on an Autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger yet I walked
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 tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passions pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much by such by such
Is happiness blown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true
Gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint
For 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 meet
I 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
On Raglan Road (Her Dark Hair) - Katherine LynchOn raglan road on an autumn dayI ain't met her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I might one day r...