Yeat¹s Grave
Cranberries
No Need To Argue
Yeat¹s Grave
Silenced by death in the grave
WB Yeats couldn¹t save
Why did you stand here
Were you sickened in time
But I know by now
Why did you sit here ?
In the grave
W.B. Yeats ³Second²
³Why 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 desire²
Sad that Moud Gonne couldn¹t stay
But she had Mac Bride anyway
And you sit here with me
On the isle Mistree
And your writing down everything
But I know by now
Why did you sit here
In the grave...
Why should I blame her
Had they but courage equal to desire