Verso 1 | 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 Bridge: 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 | | Verso 3: | 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 Verso 4: | 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