Silenced by death in the grave Da da da da. William Butler Yeats couldn'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 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 Mac Bride anyway And you sit here with me on the Isle 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 William Butler William Butler William Butler William Butler Why should I blame her Had they the courage equal to desire William Butler William Butler William Butler