Órla Fallon - Isle of inisfree

I've met some ^Gfolk who say that I'm a ^Cdreamer And I've no ^Ddoubt there's ^D7truth in what they ^Gsay But sure a body's bound to be a ^Cdreamer ^Am When all the ^Dthings he ^D7loves are far a^Gway

And precious things are dreams unto an ^Cexile They take him ^Do'er the ^D7land, across the ^Gsea Especially when it happens, he's an ^Cexile ^Am From that dear ^Dlovely ^D7Isle of Innis^Gfree

And when the ^Cmoonlight peeps across the ^Grooftops Of this great ^Acity wondrous though it ^Dbe ^D7 I scarcely ^Gfeel its wonder or its ^Claughter ^Am I'm once a^Dgain back ^D7home in Inis^Gfree

I wander o'er green hills through dreamy ^Cvalleys And find a ^Dpeace no ^D7other land would ^Gknow I hear the birds make music fit for ^Cangels ^Am And watch the ^Drivers ^D7laughing as they ^Gflow

And then into a humble shack I ^Cwander My dear old ^Dhome and ^D7tenderly be^Ghold The folks I love, around the turf-fire ^Cgathered ^Am On bended ^Dknee, their ^D7rosary is ^Gtold

But dreams don't ^Clast, though dreams are not for^Ggotten And soon I'm ^Aback to stern reali^Dty ^D7 But though they ^Gpave the footpaths here with ^Cgold dust ^Am I still would ^Dchoose my ^D7Isle of Inis^Gfree ^{C G}