I've met some folks
who say that
I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt
there's truth in
what they say
But 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
o'er the 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
wondrous
though it be
I scarcely feel its
wonder or
it's laughter
I'm once again
back home in
Innisfree
I wander o'er
green hills through
dreamy valleys
And find a peace
no other land
would know
I hear the birds make
music fit for angels
And watch the rivers
laughing as they flow
And then into a
humble shack
I wander
My dear old 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
And soon I'm back
to stern reality
But though they
pave the footways
here with gold dust
I still would choose
my Isle of
Innisfree