Isle of Innisfree ......

I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer, and Iv'e no doubt, theres truth in what they say but sure a body's bound to be a dreamer , when all the things she 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 InnisfreeAnd when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops , of this great city ,wonderous  tho' it be, I scarcely feels its wonder or its laughter ,I' m once again back home in InnisfreeAnd when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops of this great city wonderous though it be, I scarcely feels its winder or it's laughter ,I'm once again back home in Innisfree , I wander o'er green hills through dreamy  valleys and 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, thoughdreams are not forgotten and soon I'm back to stern reality , But though  they pave the footpaths here with gold , I would still choose my Isle of Innisfree.....           I would love nothing more then to be wandering through dreamy valleys, and watch rivers laugh as they flow ............ forget all this pain and heartache, oneday I will got to Scotland and Ireland. ......I may not come back.....