Love this song, but I needed the lyrics to understand it fully, What I was hearing and thinking was just as beautiful but wrong. I thought it was a love song in which she woo-ed, That her lover somehow died, perhaps jumped off the ledge,or left her over a disagreement and that she gave him ream of poems to say, of such and such is happiness thrown away - and in her sorrow she saw his spirit walking away that's a bit different. Here is what I heard changes the meaning some:
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 woo. 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 him a kiss of the mind. I gave him the secret sign Not known to mere others 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 dawning of the day.