Isle of Innisfree

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