I've met some folks
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Who say that I'm a dreamer
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And I've no doubt
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There's truth in what they say
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But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
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When all the things he loves are far away
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And precious things
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Are dreams unto an exile
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They take him o'er
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The land across the sea
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Especially when it happens he's an exile
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From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree
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And when the moonlight
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Peeps across the rooftops
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Of this great city
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Wondrous though it be
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I scarcely feel its wonder or laughter
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I'm once again back home in Innisfree
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I wander o'e r green hills
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Through dreamy valleys
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No other land could know
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I hear the birds make music fit for angels
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And watch the rivers laughing
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As they flow
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And then into a humble shack I wander
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My dear old home
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And tenderly behold
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The folks I love
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Around the turf fire gathered
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On bended knee
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Their rosary is told
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But dreams don't last
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Though dreams are not forgotten
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And soon I'm back
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To stern reality
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But though they pave
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The foot ways here with gold dust
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I still would choose
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The Isle of Innisfree
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I still would choose
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The Isle of Innisfree
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The Isle Of Innisfree
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| Celtic Thunder |
