Letra
Ver letra con acordes
Yeats grave by The Cranberries
Capo 3
2x
(last two: first turn only)
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... and chords of the song is as follows
320000
Silenced by death in the grave
W B 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
W. B. Yeats "Second"
Why should I blame her,
there she filled my days
With misery or that she would of late
Have taught to ignor can t man violent ways
Or harled the little streets upon the grenout
Had they but courage
Equal to desire
Sad there Mand Gonne couldn t stay
But she had MacBride anyway
and you sit here with me
on the isle In istree
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
Capo 3
2x
(last two: first turn only)
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... and chords of the song is as follows
320000
Silenced by death in the grave
W B 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
W. B. Yeats "Second"
Why should I blame her,
there she filled my days
With misery or that she would of late
Have taught to ignor can t man violent ways
Or harled the little streets upon the grenout
Had they but courage
Equal to desire
Sad there Mand Gonne couldn t stay
But she had MacBride anyway
and you sit here with me
on the isle In istree
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