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I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer  
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And I've no doubt, 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 are dreams unto an exile 
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They take him o'er 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 peeps across the rooftops 
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Of this great city, wondrous tho' it be 
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I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter 
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I'm once again, back home in Innisfree 

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G    G7    C    Am    D    D7    G    D7 

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I wander o'er green hills, through dreamy valleys 
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And find a peace 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 as they flow 

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And then into a humble shack I wander 
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My dear old home, I tenderly behold 
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The folks I love, around the turf-fire, gathered 
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On bended knee the rosary is told 

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But dreams don't last, though dreams are not forgotten 
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And soon I'm back to stern reality 
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But though they pave the footpaths here with gold-dust 
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I still would choose my Isle of Innisfree 
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I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter 
         D           D7           G     G7 
I'm once again, back home in Innisfree 
              D         D7           G      C     G 
I still would choose my Isle of Innisfree