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 unto 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 Inisfree      And when the moonlight    Peeps across the rooftops   Of this great city   Wondrous though it be   I scarcly feel its wonder or laughter   I'm once again back home in Inisfree      I wonder o'er green hills   Through dreamy valleys   And find a peace    No other land would 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 knee    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