The Isle Of Innisfree (Live)

Ive met some Friends who say that Im a dreamer,
And Ive no doubt theres truth in what they say,
But sure a bodys 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 oer the land across the sea,
Especially when it happens hes an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree.
And then the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city, wondrous tho it be,
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
Im once again back home in Innisfree.
I wander oer 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 dont last tho dreams are not forgotten
And soon Im back to stern reality,
But, tho they paved the footways here with gold dust
I still would choose the Isle of Innisfree