Lyrics to Isle Of Inisfree by Celtic Angel on album Celtic Hits

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 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 Inisfree.

And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops,

Of this great city, wondrous though it be,

I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter.

I'm once again back home in Inisfree.

I wander o'er 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.

And then into a humble shack I wander

My dear old home and tenderly behold,

The folks I love around the turf fire, gathered.

On bended knees, 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 footways here with gold dust,

I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree.