时间：2012-03-02
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The Isle of Inishfree - Dermot O'Brien
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 sure 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 innisfree
And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city wondrous though it be
I scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter
I'm once again back home in innisfree
I wander 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
And then into a humble shack I wander
My dear own home so tenderly behold
The folks I love around the turf fire gathered
On bended knees their rosary is told
But dreams don't last and dreams are soon forgotten
When we soon are back to stern reality
And though they pave the footpaths here with gold dust
I still would choose my isle of inisfree
I still would choose my isle of inisfree
