The Isle Of Innisfree - Charlie Landsborough
I've met some folk
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
I've wacthed the moonlight peeps
Across the rooftops
Of this great city wondrous tho' it be
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter
I'm once again back home in Innisfree
And precious things are dreams onto 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 Innisfree
I wander o'er green hills
And sleepy valley
And find a peace
No other land could know
I hear the birds make music
Fit for angels
And watch the water's laughing
As they go
But dreams don't last
Though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'll back
To stern reality
And though they pave the footpaths
With gold dust
I still would chose my Isle of Innisfree
I still would chose my Isle of Innisfree
