I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamerAnd I've no doubt there's truth in what they sayBut then a body's bound to be a dreamerWhen all the things he loves are far awayAnd precious things are dreams unto an exileThey take him o'er the land, across the seaEspecially when it happens he's an exileFrom that dear, lovely isle of industryAnd when the moonlight beams across the rooftopsOf this great city, wondrous though it mayI scarcely fearIt's wonder or it's laughterI'm once again back home in InnisfreeI wander all green hills through dreamy valleysAnd find a place no other land could knowI hear the birds make music fit for angelsAnd watch the rivers laughing as they flowBut dreams don't last, though dreams are not forgottenAnd soon I'm back to stern realityAnd though they've paid me to stayThe footway's here with gold dustI still would choose my isle of InnisfreeI still would choose my isle of InnisfreeI still would choose my isle of Innisfree