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
------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is also a wonderful song from The Cranberries How can she write so well? Baris Seker ------------------------------------------------------------------------------