16 October, 2005

When The Angel Woos The Clay

This is one of my favourite songs. The lyrics are from an Irish poet named Patrick Kavenagh. The music is a traditional aire. It is one of the most haunting songs in existence, and I love it almost without parallel. If you can grab a listen to any version, I recommend that you do.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

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

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

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


At 6:48 PM, October 16, 2005, Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Listened to that today on Van and The Chieftains disc.

At 7:10 PM, October 16, 2005, Blogger Kat Coble said...

That's a great version, but the far superior one is with Roger Daltry on vocals on the Irish Evening Live from Belfast Opera House.

Irish Heartbeat has the best Marie's Wedding and the most superb Carrickfergis.

And I listen to way too much Irish music.


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