Na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na
Silenced by death in the grave, da-da-da
William Butler Yeats couldn't save, da-da-da-da
Why did you stand here?
Were you sickened in time?
But I know by now
Why did you sit here? Ah-ah
In the grave, in the grave, eh-eh
In the grave, in the grave
Eh-eh, eh-eh
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 great
Had they but courage equal to desire?
Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay, da-da-da-da
But she had MacBride anyway, da
And you sit here with me, on the isle Innisfree
And you are writing down everything
But I know by now
Why did you sit here? Ah-ah (ah-ah)
In the grave, in the grave, eh-eh
In the grave, in the grave
La-la-da-da, la-la-da-da
La-la-da-da-da-la-da
La-la-da-da, la-la-da-da
La-la-da-da-da-la-da
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)