verse 1 
   D                        G 
On Raglan Road on an autumn day, 
  D       A         G 
I saw her first and knew 
     G                   D 
That her dark hair would weave a snare, 
     G       Bm      A 
that I might one day rue 
  G              D 
I saw the danger and I passed, 
  G         Bm      A 
along the enchanted way, 
      D                             G 
and I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf 
       D       A      G 
at the dawning of the day' 

verse 2 
   D                      G 
On Grafton Street in November, 
           D        A        G 
we tripped lightly along the ledge 
     G                  D 
Of a deep ravine, where can be seen, 
    G        Bm        A 
the worth of passion's pledge 
    G                      D 
The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts, 
    G     Bm     A 
and I not making hay 
      D                               G 
Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such, 
   D         A       G 
is happiness thrown away 

verse 3 
  D                     G 
I gave her gifts of the mind, 
  D            A      G 
I gave her the secret signs 
       G                    D 
That's known to the artists who have known, 
    G            Bm        A 
the true gods of sound and stone 
    G                  D 
And word and tint, without stint, 
    G      Bm       A 
I gave her poems to say 
         D                                G 
With her own name there, and her own dark hair, 
     D           A         G 
like clouds over fields of May 

verse 4 
     D                              G 
On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet, 
  D       A       G 
I see her walking now 
 G              D 
Away from me so hurriedly, 
     G    Bm     A 
my reason must allow 
     G                D 
That I had loved, not as I should, 
     G     Bm      A 
a creature made of clay 
         D                          G 
When the angel woos the clay, he'd lose, 
    D            A       G 
his wings at the dawn of day