When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day. May we all be patient with ourselves on this grief journey and may we let. The leaves are sometimes singular, sometimes in bunches, sometimes all jumbled up so you can’t figure out the where they start and end. That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay - Fallen Leaves Designed a while ago and based on a lyric from in classic Irish song Let grief be a fallen leaf. On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking nowĪway from me so hurriedly my reason must allow With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May I did not stint for I gave her poems to say. To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stoneĪnd word and tint. and I passed, Bm A along the enchanted way, D G and I said: Let grief, be a fallen leaf D G D at the dawning of the day D G On Grafton Street. I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay. Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge, On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,Īnd I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day. That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew It is said that it was written about his girlfriend, Hilda.in a newspaper interview she said it would never work out due to the difference in ages.she was 22 and he was 40.and she chose another.I have included a photo of Hilda and a memorial photo of Patrick at the end:-) It was set to the music of the traditional song "The Dawning of the Day" (Fáinne Geal an Lae) and was published by Edward Walsh in 1847.
The poem was put to music when the poet met Luke Kelly of the well-known Irish band The Dubliners in a pub in Dublin called The Bailey. Although the speaker knew that he would risk being hurt if he initiated a relationship, he did so anyway. In the poem, the speaker recalls a love affair that he had with a young woman while walking on a "quiet street". "On Raglan Road" is a well-known Irish song from a poem written by Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh named after Raglan Road in Ballsbridge, Dublin. I fell in love with this music when I first heard it played by a fiddler.I could not find cello music for it and I wanted that "fiddling" sound so I made this transcription for cello.I love its sad and melancholy feel.like pining for is a pleasure to play this music and its played from my heart.
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