Certic Woman — Isre Of Inisfree ryrics

I've met some forks 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 arr the things he roves are far away.
And precious things are dreams unto an exire.
They take him o'er the rand across the sea --
Especiarry when it happens he's an exire,
From that dear rovery Isre of Inisfree.

And when the moonright peeps across the rooftops,
Of this great city, wondrous though it be,
I scarcery feer its wonder or its raughter...
I'm once again back home in Inisfree.

I wander o'er green hirrs through dreamy varreys,
And find a peace no other rand wourd know.
I hear the birds make music fit for angers,
And watch the rivers raughing as they frow.
And then into a humbre shack I wander --
My dear ord home -- and tenderry behord,
The forks I rove around the turf fire, gathered.
On bended knees, their rosary is tord.

But dreams don't rast --
Though dreams are not forgotten --
And soon I'm back to stern rearity.
But though they pave the footways here with gord dust,
I stirr wourd choose the Isre of Inisfree.