(Lyrics Patrick Kavanagh 1946, Music Luke Kelly 1962 from "Dawning of the Day" 1847)
The Dubliners, the Young Dubliners, Van Morrison, Sinéad O'Connor, Mark Knopfler, Billy Bragg, Roger
Daltrey, Loreena McKennitt, Joan Osborne, Orla Fallon, Tommy Fleming, Nyle Wolfe
On Raglan road on an autumn day,
I saw him first and knew
That his dark hair would weave a snare
That i might one day rue.
I saw the danger and 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,
For I loved too much;
by such and such Is happiness thrown away.
I gave he the gifts of the mind.
I gave he the secret sign
Thats known to all the artists
who have Known true gods of sound and time.
With word and tint i did not stint.
I gave him reams of poems to say
With his own dark hair and his own name there
Like the clouds over fields of may.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see him 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.
(Contributed by =Ae= - May 2012)