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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 dreamerWhen 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 seaEspecially when it happens he's an exileFrom that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree.And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftopsOf this great city, wondrous though it be,I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter.I'm once again back home in Inisfree.I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleysAnd find a peace no other land could know.I hear the birds make music fit for angelsAnd watch the rivers laughing as they flow.But dreams don't lastThough dreams are not forgottenAnd soon I'm back to stern reality.But though they pave the footways here with gold dust,I still would choose the Isle of Inisfree. Aus Songtexte Mania