1. I've met some folk that say I am a dream-er
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say
But sure a body's bound to be a dream-er
When all the things he loves are far a-way
Verso 2
2. And prec-ious things are dreams unto an e-xile
They take him o'er the land a-cross the sea
Especially when it hap-pens he's an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree
And when the moon-light peeps a-cross the roof tops
Of this great city wondrous tho it be
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
I'm once a-gain back home in Innisfree
3. I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land would know
I hear the birds make mu-sic fit for an-gels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow
4. And then in-to a humble shack I wander
My dear old home and tenderly behold
The folks I love a-round the turf fire gathered
On bend-ed 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 foot-paths here with gold dust
I still would choose my Isle of In-nis-free