Written by Dick Farrelly
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 Innisfree.
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 Innisfree.
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 Innisfree.
Available at . Accessed on April 25, 2016.
a) How would you describe the balladeer?
b) What references to religion are there in the lyrics?
c) What are the similarities between the song written by Dick Farrelly and Yeats’ poem?