I've met some folk who say that I'm a dreamer

And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say

For sure a body's bound to be a dreamer

When all the the things he loves are far away.



And precious things are dreams unto an exile

They take him through a land across sea

Especially when it happens he's in exile

From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree.



And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops

Of this great city, wondrous though it be

I scarcely feel the beauty or the magic

I'm once again back home in Inisfree. 



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I wander o'er green hills and dreamy valleys

And find a peace no other land could know

I hear the birds make music fit for angels

And see the rivers laughing as they flow.



And then into a humble shack I wander

My own sweet home and tenderly behold

The folks I love around the turf fire gathered

On bended knees, their rosary is told.



But dreams don't last though dreams are not forgotten

When we are back to stern reality. 

And though they pave the footways here with gold dust

I still would choose the Isle of Inisfree.



I still would choose the Isle of Inisfree...