[00:00.22]^.^For my gorgeous sweetie
[00:01.48]
[00:02.56]On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,
[00:11.36]I saw her first and knew
[00:19.05]That her dark hair would weave a snare
[00:28.09]That I may one day rue.
[00:35.11]I saw the danger, yet I walked
[00:44.04]Along the enchanted way
[00:50.15]And I said let grief be a falling leaf
[00:58.02]At the dawning of the day.
[01:07.26]On Grafton Street in November,
[01:14.38]We tripped lightly along the ledge
[01:22.39]Of a deep ravine where can be seen
[01:29.52]The worst of passions pledged.
[01:36.05]The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts
[01:42.96]And I not making hay,
[01:49.23]Well I loved too much and by such and such
[01:57.31]Is happiness thrown away.
[02:05.30]I gave her the gifts of the mind.
[02:11.85]I gave her the secret sign
[02:21.04]That's known to all the artists who have know
[02:28.03]The true Gods of Sound and the stone.
[02:35.20]And word and tint without stint.
[02:42.21]I gave her reams of poems to say
[02:49.08]With her own dark hair and her own name there
[02:57.67]Like the clouds over fields of May.
[03:06.58]On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
[03:13.55]I see her walking now
[03:20.65]Away from me so hurriedly. My reason must allow,
[03:35.76]Let I have wooed, not as I should
[03:43.57]A creature made of clay.
[03:49.74]When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose
[03:58.27]His wings at the dawn of the day.