Silenced by death in the grave, ah ah ah ah
Why did you stand here
Were you sickened in time
But I know by now
Why did you sit here, ah ah ah
In the grave
In the grave, grave, grave
In the grave
In the grave, grave, 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, ah ah ah ah
But she had MacBride anyway, ah ah ah ah
And you sit here with me
On the Isle Innisfree
And your writing down anything
But I know by now
Why did you sit here, ah ah ah
In the grave
In the grave, grave, grave
In the grave
In the grave, grave, grave
Why should I blame her
Had they but courage equal to desire