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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 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 knee
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.
Music & Lyrics: Richard Farrelly.
