I apos

Ve met some folks

Who say that i apos

M a dreamer

And i apos

Ve no doubt

There apos

S truth in what they say

But sure a body apos

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 over

The land across the sea

Especially when it happens he apos

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 scarcely feel it apos

S wonder or it apos

S laughter

I apos

M once again back home in inisfree

I wonder over 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

But dreams don apos

T last

Though dreams are not forgotten

And soon i apos

M back to stern reality

But though they pave

The foot ways here with gold dust

I still would choose my isle of inisfree