I'VE MET SOME FOLKS
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 THINGS
HE LOVES ARE FAR AWAY
AND PRECIOUS THINGS
ARE DREAMS UNTO AN EXILE
THEY TAKE HIM TO
A LAND ACROSS THE SEA
ESPECIALLY WHEN IT HAPPENS
HE'S AN EXILE
FROM THAT DEAR LOVELY
ISLE OF INNISFREE
AND WHEN THE MOONLIGHT
PEEPS ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS
OF THIS GREAT CITY
WOND'ROUS THOUGH IT BE
I SCARCELY SEE
THE BEAUTY OR THE MAGIC
I'M ONCE AGAIN
BACK HOME IN INNISFREE
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 KNEE
THE 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 FOOTPATHS
HERE WITH GOLD DUST
I STILL WOULD CHOOSE
MY ISLE OF INNISFREE
I STILL WOULD CHOOSE
MY ISLE OF INNISFREE...