| Isle of Innisfree |
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I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer And I've no doubt theres truth in what they say But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer When all those things he loves are far away And special things are dreams unto an exile They take him oer the land across the sea Especially when it happens the he's in exile From that there lovely Isle of Innisfree
And when the moonlight beams across the rooftops Of this great city wondrous though it be I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter I'm once again back home in Innisfree
I wander oer greenhills to dreamy valleys And find peace no other land could know I hear the birds make music fit for Angels And hear rivers laughing as they flow And then unto a humble shack I wander My dear old home I tenderly behold The folks I love around the turf fire gather On bended knees the Rosarie is told
But drams dont last Thought dreams are not forgotten And soon I'm back to stern reality Now though they pave the foothways here with gold dust I still would choose my Isle of Innishfree
(Repeat last two lines) Now though they pave the foothways here with gold dust I still would choose my Isle of Innishfree |