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Thread #4131   Message #795871
Posted By: Genie
02-Oct-02 - 07:28 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Isle of Innisfree (Richard Farrelly)
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: ISLE OF INNISFREE (Dick Farrelly)
Here are the corrected lyrics, with chords added.  In the DT, the lines of the first chorus are repeated and the last four lines of the second verse are omitted.

Genie
 

ISLE OF INNISFREE
Lyrics: Dick Farrelly, perhaps inspired by "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Yeats; tune: "Dreams of Alwyn"

                       G           G7                   C
I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer,
                    D                  D7                      G
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say,
                   G         G7                 C
But, sure, a body's bound to be a dreamer
                      D             D7               G
When all the things he loves are far away.
                      G             G7                   C
And precious things are dreams unto an exile.
                       D          D7                  G
They take him o'er the land across the sea,
                  G         G7                   C
Especially when it happens he's an exile
                        D       D7             G
From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree.

                        C                                      G
 And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
                     A       A7                         D  D7
 Of this great city, wondrous though it be,
                G         G7                C
 I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter.
                  D            D7                G
 I'm once again back home in Innisfree.
 

I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land could 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 footpaths here with gold-dust,
 I still would choose my Isle of Innsifree.