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 then 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 industry
And when the moonlight beams across the rooftops
Of this great city, wondrous though it may
I scarcely fear
It's wonder or it's laughter
I'm once again back home in Innisfree
I wander all green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a place no other land could know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow
But dreams don't last, though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern reality
And though they've paid me to stay

The footway's here with gold dust
I still would choose my isle of Innisfree
I still would choose my isle of Innisfree
I still would choose my isle of Innisfree