Silenced by death in the grave, la la la la
William Butler Yeats couldn't save, la la la la
Why did you stand there? Where you sickened in time?
But I know by now, why did you sit here, oh?
In the grave
In the grave
In the grave
In the grave
Why should I blame her that she filled my days with misery
Or that she would of late have taught to ignorant men the most violent ways
Or hurled the little streets upon the great
Had they but courage, equal to desire?
Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay, la la la la
She had MacBride anyway, la la la la
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, oh?
In the grave
In the grave
In the grave
In the grave
William Butler
William Butler
William Butler
William Butler
Why should I blame her?
Had they but courage, equal to desire?
Had they but courage, equal to desire?
(William Butler, William Butler, William Butler)
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