I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt, there's truth in what they say
But 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 o'er, the land across the sea
Especially when it happens he's 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 feel it's wonder or it's laughter
I'm once again back home in Innisfree

I wonder over green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace, no other land would know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing, as they flow

But dreams don't last though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern reality and though they pave
The foot ways here with gold dust
I still would choose my Isle of Innisfree

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