Silenced by death in a grave
W. В. Yeat's couldn't save
Why did you stand here?
Were you sickened in time?

But I know by now
Why did you sit here?
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
Most violent ways or hurled the little streets upon the grave
Had they but courage equal to desire

Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay
But she had Mac Bride anyway
And you sit here with me on the Isle Inisfree
And your writing down everything

But I know by now
Why did you sit here
In the grave, in the grave
In the grave, in the grave

Why should I blame her
Had they but courage equal to desire Had they but courage equal to desire