September 2, 2009

  • //celtic

    thinking of Bel's Skylar
     

    ISLE OF INNISHFREE

    I'VE MET SOME FOLKS, WHO SAY THAT I'M A DREAMER

    AND I'VE DO 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

    ESPCI'LLY WHEN IT HAPPENS HE'S AN EXILE

    FROM THAT DEAR LOVELY ISLE OF INNISHFREE

    CHORUS

    AND WHEN THE MOONLIGHT PEEPS ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS

    OF THIS GREAT CITY, WONDROUS THO' IT BE

    I SCARCELY FEEL IT'S WONDERS OR IT'S LAUGHTER

    I'M ONCE AGAIN BACK HOME in INNISHFREE

    I WANDER O'ER GREEN HILLS THRO' 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 OLD HOME AND TENDERLY BE-HOLD

    THE FOLKS I LOVE AROUND THE TURF FIRE GATHERED

    ON BENDED KNEES, THEIR ROSARY IS TOLD

    (new CHORUS)

    BUT DREAMS DON'T LAST, THO' DREAMS ARE NOT FORGOTTEN

    AND SOON I'M BACK TO STERN REALITY

    BUT THO' THEY PAVED THE FOOTWAYS HERE WITH GOLD DUST

    I STILL WOULD CHOOSE THE ISLE OF INNISHFREE           CELTIC   anon

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