Isle Of Inisfree

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 Inisfree

And when the moonlight peeps 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 Inisfree

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 Inisfree