I,ve met some folk who say that I,m a dreamer
And I,ve no doubt there,s truth what thay 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
specially when it happen he,s an exile
From that dear lovely ISLE OF INNISFREE
And when the moonlight peeps across the roof-tops
Of this great city, wonderous tho it be
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
I,m once again back home in INNISFREE.
AND WHEN THE MOONLIGHT PEEPS ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS
OF THIS GREAT CITY WONDEROUS THOUGH IT BE
I SCARCLY FEEL ITS WONDER OR ITS LAUGHTER
I,M ONCE AGAIN BACK HOME IN "INNISFREE"
I WANDER O,ER GREEN HILLS THROUGH DREAMY VALLEYS
AND FIND A PEACE NO OTHER LAND COULD KNOW
I HEAR THE BIRDS MAKE MUSIC FIT FOR ANGELS
AND WATCH THE RIVERS LAUGH AS THEY FLOW.
BUT DREAMS DON,T LAST, THOUGH DREAMS ARE NOT FORGOTTEN
AND SOON I,M BACK TO STERN REALITY
BUT THOUGH THEY PAVE THE FOOTPATHS HERE WITH GOLD-DUST
I STILL WOULD CHOOSE MY "ISLE OF INNISFREE".