Silenced by death in the grave William Butler Yeats couldn't save Why did you stand here Where you sickened in time But I know by now Why did you sit here? Oh oh
In the grave...x4 Na na na x3
Why should I blame her, That she filled my days With misery or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men violent ways Or hurled the little streets upon the great Had they but courage Equal to desire
Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay She had Mac Bride anyway And you sit here with me On the isle Inisfree And you're writing down everything But I know by now Why did you sit here?
In a grave...x4
Why should I blame her Had they but courage equal to desire ?