Orlagh Fallon - Isle Of Innisfree Lyrics
I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamerAnd I've no doubt there's truth in what they sayBut sure a body's bound to be a dreamerWhen 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 exileFrom that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree.And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftopsOf this great city, wondrous though it beI scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughterI'm once again back home in Innisfree.I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleysAnd find a peace no other land would know.I hear the birds make music fit for angelsAnd watch the rivers laughing as they flow.And then into a humble shack I wanderMy dear old home and tenderly beholdThe folks I love around the turf fire, gathered.On bended knees, their rosary is told.But dreams don't lastThough dreams are not forgottenAnd soon I'm back to stern realityBut though they pave the footways here with gold dustI still would choose my Isle of Innisfree.
