(G7)I've met some(C) folk who say that I'm a(G7) dreamer
And I've no doubt there's truth in(Dm) what they (C)say.
But(G7) sure a (C)body's (C7)bound to be a(F) dreamer
When (D7)all the(G7) things he loves are far(C) away.
And(G7) precious(C) things are dreams unto an(G7) exile
They take o're the land (Dm)across the(C) sea,
Es(G7)pecially (C)when it happens he's an (F)exile
(D7)From that dear (G7)lovely Isle of Innis(C)free.
And when the (F)moonlight peeps across the (C)rooftops
Of this great (D7)city wondrous though it may (G7)be,
I scarcely (C)feel it's wonder or it's(F) laughter
I'm once (G7)again back home in Innis(C)free.
I (G7)wonder o're(C) green hill and dreamy(G7) valleys
And find a peace no other (Dm)land could (C)know,
I(G7) hear the(C) birds make(C7) music fit for (F)angels
And(D7) watch the(G7) rivers laughing as they (C)flow.
But (G7)dreams (C)don't last though dreams are not (G7)forgotten
And soon I'm back(Dm) to stern (C)reality
But though they pave the footways here with(F) gold-dust
I still (G7)would choose my Isle of Innis(C)free.
