by met
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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
For 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 to
a land across the sea

Especially when
it happens you're 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 see
the beauty or the magic

I'm once again back home in Innisfree
I wander o'er green hills,
and dreamy valleys

And find a peace
no other land could know
I hear the birds

make music fit for angels
And see the rivers
laughing as they flow.

And then into
a humble shack I wander
My own sweet home

and tenderly behold
The folks I love
around the turf fire gather

On bended knee the Rosary is told
But dreams don't last
though dreams are not forgotten

And soon I'm back
to stern reality
And though they pave

the footpaths here with gold dust
I still would choose
my Isle of Innisfree.

Choose my Isle of Innisfree.

Soft karaoke
Words