The High Kings - Raglan road

On ^DRaglan Road on an autumn ^Gday, I ^Dsaw her ^Afirst and ^Gknew That ^Gher dark hair would ^Dweave a snare, that ^GI might ^Bmone day ^Arue I ^Gsaw the danger ^Dand I passed, al^Gong the en^Bmchanted ^Away, and I ^Dsaid: 'Let grief, be a fallen ^Gleaf at the ^Ddawning ^Aof the ^Gday'

On ^DGrafton Street in Novem^Gber, we tripped ^Dlightly a^Along the ^Gledge Of a ^Gdeep ravine, where ^Dcan be seen, the ^Gworth of ^Bmpassion's ^Apledge The ^GQueen of Hearts, still ^Dmaking tarts, and ^GI not ^Bmmaking ^Ahay Oh, I ^Dloved too much and by such, by s^Guch, is ^Dhappiness ^Athrown a^Gway

I ^Dgave her gifts of the ^Gmind, I ^Dgave her the ^Asecret ^Gsigns That's ^Gknown to the artists ^Dwho have known, the ^Gtrue gods of ^Bmsound and ^Astone And ^Gword and tint, with^Dout stint, I ga^Gve her ^Bmpoems to ^Asay With her ^Down name there, and her own dark ^Ghair, like ^Dclouds over ^Afields of ^GMay

On a ^Dquiet street, where old ghosts ^Gmeet, I ^Dsee her ^Awalking ^Gnow A^Gway from me so ^Dhurriedly, my re^Gason ^Bmmust al^Alow That ^GI had loved, not ^Das I should, a cre^Gature ^Bmmade of ^Aclay When the ^Dangel woos the clay, he'd l^Gose, his ^Dwings at the ^Adawn of ^Gday