Isle of Innisfree-Josef Locke & Orchestra

Isle of Innisfree - Josef Locke & Orchestra 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 over 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 scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter I'm once again back home in Inisfree I wonder over green hills Through dreamy valleys And find a peace No other land would know 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 foot ways here with gold dust I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree