The Isle of Ininshfree

I´ve met some folks who say that I´m a dreamer
And I´ve no doubt there´s truth in what they say
for sure a body bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away

And special things are dreams onto an exile
They take him oér across the land and sea
Especially when it happens he´s an exile
from that dear lovely Isle of Ininshfree

And the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
of this great city wonderous though it be
I seldom feel it´s wonder or it´s laughter
I´m once again back hom en Ininshfree

I wonder 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 laughing as they flow

But dreams don´t last and dreams are not forgotten
and soon I´m back to stern reality
and though they pave the footpaths here with golddust
I still would choose my Isle of Ininshfree

I still would choose my Isle of Ininshfree