Na, na na na. Na, na, na…
SiIenced by death in the grave,
Da da da da. WiIIiam ButIer Yeats couIdn ’t save.
Da da de da. 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 gra-a-ave.
In the grave, in the gra-a-a-ave?
Why shouId I bIame her,
that she fiIIed my days with misery,
Or that she wouId of Iate have taught
To ignorant men most vioIent
Ways or hurIed the IittIe streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equaI to desire.
Sad that Maud Gonne couIdn ’t stay,
Da da da da, but she had Mac Bride anyway.
And you sit here with me on the IsIe Inisfree,
And you ’re writting down ev ’rything.
But I know by now.
Why did you sit here, ah…
In the grave, in the gra-a-ave.
In the grave, in the gra-a-a-ave?
La da da da; La da da da…
WiIIiam ButIer… [X 4]
Why shouId I bIame her,
Had they the courage equaI to desire.
WiIIiam ButIer… [X 3]