I've met some folk that say I am a dreamer
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say
For sure a bodies bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away
I've watched the moonlight peek
Across the roof tops
Of this great city
Wondrous though it be
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
I'm once again back home in Innisfree
And precious things
Are dreams unto an exile
They take him all the night the across sea
Especially when it happens
He's in exile from that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree
I wonder old green hills and sleepy valleys
And find the peaks no other land could hold
I hear the birds make music
Fit for angels and watch the waters
Laughing as they go
But dreams don't last
Though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern reality
And though they pave the footpaths with gold dust
I still would chose my Isle of Innisfree
I still would chose my Isle of Innisfree
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