Isle of Inishfree

Isle of Inishfree - The Shannon Singers

I've met some folk 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 through

A land across sea

Especially when it

Happens he's in 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 feel the

Beauty or the magic

I'm once again back

Home in Inisfree

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 sweet own 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