Billy Bragg
Raglan Road [Live][*]
On Raglan Road on an autumn dayI saw her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I might one day rueI saw the danger and I passedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leafAt the dawning of the day'On Grafton Street in NovemberWe tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worth of passion's pledgeThe Queen of Hearts still making tartsAnd I not making hayOh I loved too much and by suchBy such is happiness thrown awayI gave her gifts of the mindI gave her the secret signsThat's known to the artists who have knownThe true gods of sound and stoneAnd word and tint did not stintI gave her poems to sayWith her own name there and her own dark hairLike clouds over fields of MayLetras de cancionesOn a quiet street where old ghosts meetI see her walking nowAway from me so hurriedlyMy reason must allowThat had I loved not as I shouldA creature made of clayWhen the angel woos the clayHe'd lose his wings at the dawn of day
From Letras Mania