On raglan road on an autumn day,
I saw he first and knew
That his dark hair would weave a snare
That i might one day rue.
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 he the gifts of the mind.
I gave he the secret sign
Thats known to all the artists who have
Known true gods of sound and time.
With word and tint i did not stint.
I gave he 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 he 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, hell lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.
- :
- Troubadours on the Rhine (Live)
- A Mediterranean Odyssey
- The Book Of Secrets
- The Mask And Mirror
- The Visit
- Parallel Dreams
- To Drive The Cold Winter Away
- Elemental
- Miscellaneous
- The Journey Begins
- Tinkerbell
- The Wind That Shakes The Barley
- An Ancient Muse (Spanish Special Edition)
- The Journey So Far - The Best of Loreena McKennitt...
- The Journey So Far: The Best of Loreena McKennitt
- The Journey So Far:The Best of Loreena McKennitt
- Live In Glasgow 1995
- Rainy Night In L.A. 1998
- Loreena McKennitt: Live in Paris and Toronto
- Nights from the Alhambra (Live)