[ Предположительная тональность: D ] Raglan Road Traditional, words by P. Kavanagh, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney Intro: D A7 D [A7} On [D] Raglan Road on an Autumn [G] Day, I [Bm] saw her [A7] first and [D] knew. That [G] her dark hair would [F#m] weave a [Bm] snare That [D] I may one day [A7] rue. I [G] saw the danger, [F#m] yet I [Bm] walked A [F#m] long the en [Bm]chanted [A7] way And I [D] said let [F#m] grief be a [D] falling [G] leaf At the [Bm] dawning [A7] of the day. On Grafton Street in November, We tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen The world of passions pledge. The Queen of Heart's still baking tarts And I not making hay, Well I loved too much by such and such Is happiness thrown away. I gave her the gifts of the mind. I gave her the secret sign That's known to all the artists who have Known true Gods of Sound and Time. With word and tint I did not stint. I gave her reems of poems to say With her own dark hair and her own name there Like the clouds over fields of May. On a quiet where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now away from me, So hurriedly my reason must allow. For I have wooed not as I should A creature made of clay. When the angel woos, the clay heel lose His wings at the dawn of the day.