Isle of Inishfree

I met some folks who say that I am a dreamer

I've no doubt there's truth in what they say

Yet a man, he's bound to be a dreamer

When all the things he loves are far away

And precious things, they're dreams unto an exile

They take him over the land across the sea

Especially when it happens that he's in exile

From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree

I wander again those hills and dreamy valleys

Find a peace that no other land may hold

I hear the birds making music fit for angels

And watch the rivers laughing as they flow

And as the moon peeps high along the rooftops

Of this great city, wondrous though it be

I scarce can feel its laughter or its music

My heart's again back home in Inisfree

But dreams they don't last, though dreams they're not forgotten

And soon I am back to stern reality

But if the pathways here were paved with gold dust

My heart would still choose the Isle of Inisfree