Isle Of Innisfree.kar

I've met some folks
who say that I'm a dreamer

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

For 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 to
a land across the sea

Especially when
it happens you're 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 see
the beauty or the magic

I'm once again back home in Innisfree

I wander o'er green hills,
and dreamy valleys

And find a peace
no other land could know

I hear the birds
make music fit for angels

And see the rivers
laughing as they flow.

And then into
a humble shack I wander

My own sweet home
and tenderly behold

The folks I love
around the turf fire gather

On bended knee the Rosary is told

But dreams don't last
though dreams are not forgotten

And soon I'm back
to stern reality

And though they pave
the footpaths here with gold dust

I still would choose
my Isle of Innisfree.

Choose my Isle of Innisfree.