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 is 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 Inishfree 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 Inishfree ♪ 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 laugh as they flow But dreams don't last, though dreams are not forgotten And soon, I'm back to stern reality But though they pave the footpaths here with gold-dust I still would choose my isle of Inishfree