Silenced by death in the grave~
W.B.'s 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 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 Mac Bride anyway~
And you sit here with me
On the isle Inisfree
And you're writing down everything
But I know by now
Why did you sit here~
In a grave
In a grave
In a grave
In a grave
La la da da...
La la da da...
La la da da...
La la da da...
La la da da...
La la da da...
Why should I blame her
Had they but courage equal to desire
---== Solomon Present ==---