[00:16.14]I've met some Friends who say that I'm a dreamer,[00:23.85]And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say,[00:32.85]But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer[00:37.38]When all the things he loves are far away.[00:44.52]And precious things are dreams unto an exile[00:51.69]They take him o'er the land across the sea,[00:59.16]Especially when it happens he's an exile[01:06.36]From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree.[01:08.25]And then the moonlight peeps across the rooftops[01:21.63]Of this great city, wondrous tho' it be,[01:29.28]I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter[03:28.68]I'm once again back home in Innisfree.[03:31.05]I wander o'er green hills thro' dreamy valleys[03:32.52]And find a peace no other land could know,[03:34.83]I hear the birds make music fit for angels[03:41.34]And watch the rivers laughing as they flow.[03:46.14]And then into a humble shack I wander[03:47.52]My dear old home, and tenderly behold,[03:58.14]The folks I love around the turf fire gathered[04:09.51]On bended knees their rosary is told.[04:11.19]But dreams don't last tho' dreams are not forgotten[04:20.46]And soon I'm back to stern reality,[04:28.41]But, tho' they paved the footways here with gold dust[04:36.00]I still would choose the Isle of Innisfree