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 is 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 they 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 could 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 footways here with gold dust
 I still would choose the Isle of Inisfree
 I still would choose the Isle of Inisfree