Isle of Innisfree 歌词

	Words and
	Music: Dick
	Farrelly ©
	Peter Maurice
	Music / EM
	I Music 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 onto 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 Innisfree.
	And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
	Of this great city wondrous tho' it be
	I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
	I'm once again back home in
	Innisfree.
	I wander o'er green hills thro' dreamy valleys
	And find a peace no other land could 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 knees their rosary is told.
	But dreams don't last
	Tho' dreams are not forgotten
	And soon I'm back to stern reality
	But tho' they paved the footways here with gold dust
	I still would choose the
	Isle of Innisfree.

	Words and
	Music: Dick
	Farrelly
	Peter Maurice
	Music EM
	I Music 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 onto 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 Innisfree.
	And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
	Of this great city wondrous tho' it be
	I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
	I' m once again back home in
	Innisfree.
	I wander o' er green hills thro' dreamy valleys
	And find a peace no other land could 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 knees their rosary is told.
	But dreams don' t last
	Tho' dreams are not forgotten
	And soon I' m back to stern reality
	But tho' they paved the footways here with gold dust
	I still would choose the
	Isle of Innisfree.

	Words and
	Music: Dick
	Farrelly
	Peter Maurice
	Music EM
	I Music 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 onto 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 Innisfree.
	And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
	Of this great city wondrous tho' it be
	I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
	I' m once again back home in
	Innisfree.
	I wander o' er green hills thro' dreamy valleys
	And find a peace no other land could 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 knees their rosary is told.
	But dreams don' t last
	Tho' dreams are not forgotten
	And soon I' m back to stern reality
	But tho' they paved the footways here with gold dust
	I still would choose the
	Isle of Innisfree.

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