Loreena McKennitt - Raglan road

On ^Graglan road on an ^Dautumn ^Esus2day i ^Gsaw him^D first and ^Gknew That ^Cadd9his dark hair would ^Gweave a s^Esus2nare that ^Gi might ^Esus2one day ^Drue I ^Cadd9saw the danger and^G yet i ^Esus2walked ^Galong the ^Esus2enchanted ^Dway And i ^Gsaid "let grief be a ^Dfalling l^Esus2eaf at the ^Gdawn^Ding of the ^Gday"

On grafton street in ^Dnovem^Esus2ber we tripped ^Glightly ^Dalong the ^Gledge Of a^Cadd9 deep ravine where ^Gcan be ^Esus2seen the ^Gworth of ^Esus2passions ^Dplay The ^Cadd9queen of hearts still ^Gmaking ^Esus2tarts and ^Gi not ^Esus2making ^Dhay But i ^Gloved too much by ^Dsuch and ^Esus2such is ^Ghappi^Dness thrown ^Gaway

I gave him the gifts ^Dof the ^Esus2mind i ^Ggave him ^Dthe secret ^Gsign That's ^Cadd9known to all the ^Gart^Esus2ists who have ^Gknown true gods of ^Esus2sound and ^Dtime With ^Cadd9word and tint i ^Gnever did ^Esus2stint i ^Ggave him reams ^Esus2of poems to ^Dsay With ^Ghis own name there and his ^Dshiny black ^Esus2hair like the ^Gclouds over ^Dfields of ^Gmay

On a quiet street where ^Dold ghosts ^Esus2meet i ^Gsee him ^Dwalking ^Gnow ^Cadd9Away from me so^G hurr^Esus4iedly my ^Greason^Esus2 must ^Dallow Tha^Cadd9t i had wooed not ^Gas i ^Esus2should a ^Gcreat^Esus2ure made of ^Dclay When the ^Gangel woos the ^Dclay he'll ^Esus2lose his ^Gwings at the ^Ddawn of the ^Gday