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