Yeat's Grave

Nah nanananah nananah nananah nah nah

Silenced by death in the grave... Nah nah nanah
William Butler Yeats couldn't save... Nah nah nanah

Why did you stand here
Were you sickened in time
But I know bynow.
Why did you sit here? Ah...

In the grave, in the gra-a-a-ave
In the grave, in the gra-a-a-ave?

Nananah nananah

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 equate to desire

Sad there Mond Gonne couldn't stay
But she had McBride anyway
And you sit here with me on the isle Inistree
And your waiting down everything,
But I know by know. Why did you sit here? ahaa

In the grave, In the gra-a-a-ave
In the grave, In the gra-a-a-ave?

Ladeedee daaa
Ladeedee daaa
Ladeedada deedada da

Willian Butler

Why should I blame her.
Had they but courage equate to desire
Had they but courage equate to desire

Willian Butler