Órla Fallon - Isle of Innisfree

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 it's wonder or it's laughter
I'm once again back home in Inisfree

I wonder 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 foot ways here with gold dust
I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree

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