I've[D7] met some[G] folk
who say that I'm a[D7] dreamer
And I've no doubt there's
truth in[Am] what they[G] say
But[D7] sure a[G] body's[G7]
bound to be a[C] dreamer
When[A7] all the[D7] things
he loves are far[G] away
And[D7] precious[G] things
are dreams onto an[D7] exile
They[D7] take o're the land[Am]
across the[G] sea
Es[D7]pecially[G] when it
happenes he's an[C] exile
[A7]From that dear[D7] lovely
Isle of Innis[G]free
And when the[C] moonlight
peeps across the[G] rooftops
Of this great [A7]city wondrous
though it[D] be
I[D7] scarcely[G] feel it's
wonder or it's[C] laughter
I'm once[D7] again back
home in Innis[G]free
I wonder o're green hills
and dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other
land could know
I hear the birds make music
fit for angles
And watch the rivers laughing
as they flow
But dreams dont 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 Innisfree.
"And then into a humble shack I wander,
My own sweet home & tenderly behold.
The folks around the turf gathered,
On bended knees, their rosary is told."