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On Raglan Road

Key: D

Introduction:

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        D                                                              G  
On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
     D                 G                      D  
I saw her first and knew
             G                                                 D  
That her dark hair would weave a snare,
                                  Bm              A  
that I might one day rue
     G                                    D  
I saw the danger and I passed,
                                Bm              A  
along the enchanted way,
                D                                                                            G  
and I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf
                  D                 G              D  
at the dawning of the day'
        D                                                         G  
On Grafton Street in November,
                             D                    G                    D  
we tripped lightly along the ledge
             G                                              D  
Of a deep ravine, where can be seen,
                                  Bm                    A  
the worth of passion's pledge
          G                                                         D  
The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts,
                          Bm            A  
and I not making hay
                D  
Oh, I loved too much and by such,
        G                    D                      G                 D  
by such, is happiness thrown away
     D                                                      G  
I gave her gifts of the mind,
     D                              G              D  
I gave her the secret signs
                  G                                                    D  
That's known to the artists who have known,
                                             Bm                    A  
the true gods of sound and stone
          G                                              D  
And word and tint, without stint,
                             Bm                 A  
I gave her poems to say
                        D                                                                                    G  
With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
             D                            G                      D  
like clouds over fields of May
             D                                                                              G  
On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet,
     D                 G                 D  
I see her walking now
  G                                    D  
Away from me so hurriedly,
                          Bm            A  
my reason must allow
             G                                         D  
That I had loved, not as I should,
                             Bm              A  
a creature made of clay
                        D  
When the angel woos the clay,
             G                      D                              G                 D  
he'd lose, his wings at the dawn of day
Capo III
D        C  
G        F  
Bm     Am  
A        G  

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