I,ve met some folk who say that I,m a dreamer

 And I,ve no doubt there,s truth what thay 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

specially when it happen he,s an exile

From that dear lovely ISLE OF INNISFREE

And when the moonlight peeps across the roof-tops

Of this great city, wonderous tho it be

 I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter

 I,m once again back home in INNISFREE.

AND WHEN THE MOONLIGHT PEEPS ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS

OF THIS GREAT CITY WONDEROUS THOUGH IT BE

 I SCARCLY FEEL ITS WONDER OR ITS LAUGHTER

 I,M ONCE AGAIN BACK HOME IN "INNISFREE"

 I WANDER O,ER GREEN HILLS THROUGH DREAMY VALLEYS

  AND FIND A PEACE NO OTHER LAND COULD KNOW

 I HEAR THE BIRDS MAKE MUSIC FIT FOR ANGELS

  AND WATCH THE RIVERS LAUGH AS THEY FLOW.

 BUT DREAMS DON,T LAST, THOUGH DREAMS ARE NOT FORGOTTEN

 AND SOON I,M BACK TO STERN REALITY

 BUT THOUGH THEY PAVE THE FOOTPATHS HERE WITH GOLD-DUST

 I STILL WOULD CHOOSE MY "ISLE OF INNISFREE".