Cemetery Gates Lyrics

Cemetery Gates lyrics

A dreaded sunny day 
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats
are on your side

A dreaded sunny day 
so I meet you at the cemetery
gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine

So
we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those
lives
where are they now?
with the loves and hates
and passions just
like mine
they were born 
and then they lived and then they died
seems
so unfair
and I want to cry

You say: "ere thrice the sun done
salutation to the dawn"
and you claim these words as your own
but
I've read well, and I've heard them said
a hundred times, maybe less, maybe
more

If you must write prose and poems
the words you use should be
your own
don't plagiarise or take "on loans"
there's always
someone, somewhere
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and
laughs
when you fall
who'll trip you up and laugh
when you
fall

You say: "ere long done do does did"
words which could
only be your own 
and then you then produce the text
from whence was
ripped some dizzy whore, 1804

A dreaded sunny day 
so let's go where
we're happy
and I meet you at the cemetery gates
Oh Keats and Yeats are
on your side

A dreaded sunny day 
so let's go where we're wanted

and I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your
side
but you lose because Wilde is on mine