Yeats' Grave

Silenced by death in the grave (La, la, la, la)

William Butler Yeats couldn't save (La, la, la, la)

Why did you stand here?

Were you sickened in time?

But I know by now

Why did you sit here? (Ah)

In the grave

In the grave

In the grave

In the grave

Ah, ah

Why should I blame her

That she filled my days with misery?

Or that she would of later have taught to ignorant men

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, ah)

She had MacBride anyway (La)

And you sit here with me

On the Isle Innisfree

And you're writing down anything

But I know by now

Why did you sit here?

Ah, ah

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