The Isle Of Innisfree - Celtic Thunder, Emmet Cahill

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 scarcly feel its wonder or laughter

I’m once again back home in Inisfree

I wonder 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 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 footways here with gold dust

I still would choose

My Isle of Inisfree