Isle Of Inisfree
(专辑: Celtic Woman - 2005)
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
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 Especially when it happens he's an exile, From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree. And when the
moonlight peeps across the
rooftops, Of 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 valleys, And find a
peace no other land would 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 behold, The
folks I
love around the
turf fire, gathered. On bended knees, their rosary is told. But dreams don't last Though dreams are not forgotten And soon I'm back to stern reality. But though they pave the
footways here with gold dust, I
still would choose my Isle of Inisfree.