This document contains the lyrics to Raglan Road, originally written by Patrick Kavanagh and performed by Luke Kelly. It has been amended to include Van Morrison's version of the song. The song tells the story of a man who falls in love with a woman but sees the danger in their relationship. He gives her gifts of poetry but realizes she is "a creature made of clay" and he is an angel who will lose his wings if he stays with her. In the end, he sees her walking away hurriedly on a quiet street, knowing their love was not meant to be.
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Lyrics for a song that I am working on for an 'a cappella' group.
This document contains the lyrics to Raglan Road, originally written by Patrick Kavanagh and performed by Luke Kelly. It has been amended to include Van Morrison's version of the song. The song tells the story of a man who falls in love with a woman but sees the danger in their relationship. He gives her gifts of poetry but realizes she is "a creature made of clay" and he is an angel who will lose his wings if he stays with her. In the end, he sees her walking away hurriedly on a quiet street, knowing their love was not meant to be.
This document contains the lyrics to Raglan Road, originally written by Patrick Kavanagh and performed by Luke Kelly. It has been amended to include Van Morrison's version of the song. The song tells the story of a man who falls in love with a woman but sees the danger in their relationship. He gives her gifts of poetry but realizes she is "a creature made of clay" and he is an angel who will lose his wings if he stays with her. In the end, he sees her walking away hurriedly on a quiet street, knowing their love was not meant to be.
Raglan Road (Van Morrison version) amended using Luke Kelly’s lyrics
On Raglan Road of an Autumn Day,
I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might someday rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way And I said “Let grief be a falling 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 worst of passions pledged.
The Queen of Hearts 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 reams of poems to say With her own dark hair and her own name there Like the 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, For I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose His wings at the dawn of the day. [D]On Raglan Road of an Autumn[G] day I[D] saw her[G] first and[D] knew, That[G] her dark hair would[D] weave a snare That I might[Bm] someday[A] rue. I[G] saw the danger[D] and I passed Along the en[Bm]chanted[A] way. And I[D] said,"Let grief be a fallen[G] leaf At the[D] dawning[G] of the[D] day."
On Grafton Street in November, we
Tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen The worth of passion play. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts And I not making hay; Oh, I loved too much and by such and such Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind,
I gave her the secret signs, That's known to the artists who have known The true gods of sound and stone. And her words and tint without stint I gave her poems to say With her own name there and her own dark hair Like clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now, And away from me so hurriedly My reason must allow. That I had loved, 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.