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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Celtic Tenors
The Celtic Tenors
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dick Farrelly
Dick Farrelly
Composer

Lyrics

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 Innisfree
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 Innisfree
I wonder 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 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 the Isle of Innisfree
But though they pave the foot ways here with gold dust
I still would choose the Isle of Innisfree
Written by: Dick Farrelly
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