Yeats' Grave

Silenced by death in the grave

William Butler Yeats 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 great

Had they but courage equal to desire?

Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay

But she had MacBride anyway

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

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

William Butler

William Butler

William Butler