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 Innisfree.
 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 Innisfree.
 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 Innisfree.