Paroles de Isle of innisfree

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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 scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter.
I'm once again back home in inisfree.

I wander o'er green hills through 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 --
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 the isle of inisfree.

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