h******t
发帖数: 872 | 1 I've[D7] met some[G] folk who say that I'm a[D7] dreamer
And I've no doubt there's truth in[Am] what they[G] say
But[D7] sure a[G] body's[G7] bound to be a[C] dreamer
When[A7] all the[D7] things he loves are far[G] away
And[D7] precious[G] things are dreams onto an[D7] exile
They[D7] take o're the land[Am] across the[G] sea
Es[D7]pecially[G] when it happenes he's an[C] exile
[A7]From that dear[D7] lovely Isle of Innis[G]free
And when the[C] moonlight peeps across the[G] rooftops
Of this great [A7]city wondrous though it[D] be
I[D7] scarcely[G] feel it's wonder or it's[C] laughter
I'm once[D7] again back home in Innis[G]free
I wonder o're green hills and dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land could know
I hear the birds make music fit for angles
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow
But dreams dont 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.
"And then into a humble shack I wander,
My own sweet home & tenderly behold.
The folks around the turf gathered,
On bended knees, their rosary is told." | h******t
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