| Song | Isle Of Inisfree |
| Artist | Celtic Woman |
| Album | An Irish Journey |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : FARRELLY, DICK |
| [00:10.446] | I've met some folks |
| [00:13.120] | Who say that I'm a dreamer |
| [00:17.960] | And I've no doubt |
| [00:20.410] | There's truth in what they say |
| [00:25.50] | But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer |
| [00:32.280] | When all the things he loves are far away |
| [00:39.960] | And precious things |
| [00:42.720] | Are dreams unto an exile |
| [00:47.220] | They take him over |
| [00:50.150] | The land across the sea |
| [00:54.630] | Especially when it happens he's an exile |
| [01:02.30] | From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree |
| [01:09.610] | And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops |
| [01:16.360] | Of this great city |
| [01:19.390] | Wondrous though it be |
| [01:23.650] | I scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter |
| [01:30.930] | I'm once again back home in Inisfree |
| [01:45.660] | I wonder over green hills |
| [01:49.420] | Through dreamy valleys |
| [01:52.440] | And find a peace |
| [01:55.150] | No other land would know |
| [01:59.610] | I hear the birds make music fit for angels |
| [02:06.670] | And watch the rivers laughing |
| [02:10.760] | As they flow |
| [02:13.590] | And then into a humble shack I wander |
| [02:21.150] | My dear old home and tenderly behold |
| [02:28.330] | The folks I love |
| [02:31.90] | Around the turf fire gathered |
| [02:35.470] | On bended knee |
| [02:38.220] | Their rosary is told |
| [02:42.670] | But dreams don't last |
| [02:45.740] | Though dreams are not forgotten |
| [02:50.80] | And soon I'm back to stern reality |
| [02:57.130] | But though they pave |
| [03:00.00] | The foot ways here with gold dust |
| [03:04.860] | I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : FARRELLY, DICK |
| [00:10.446] | I' ve met some folks |
| [00:13.120] | Who say that I' m a dreamer |
| [00:17.960] | And I' ve no doubt |
| [00:20.410] | There' s truth in what they say |
| [00:25.50] | But sure a body' s bound to be a dreamer |
| [00:32.280] | When all the things he loves are far away |
| [00:39.960] | And precious things |
| [00:42.720] | Are dreams unto an exile |
| [00:47.220] | They take him over |
| [00:50.150] | The land across the sea |
| [00:54.630] | Especially when it happens he' s an exile |
| [01:02.30] | From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree |
| [01:09.610] | And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops |
| [01:16.360] | Of this great city |
| [01:19.390] | Wondrous though it be |
| [01:23.650] | I scarcely feel it' s wonder or it' s laughter |
| [01:30.930] | I' m once again back home in Inisfree |
| [01:45.660] | I wonder over green hills |
| [01:49.420] | Through dreamy valleys |
| [01:52.440] | And find a peace |
| [01:55.150] | No other land would know |
| [01:59.610] | I hear the birds make music fit for angels |
| [02:06.670] | And watch the rivers laughing |
| [02:10.760] | As they flow |
| [02:13.590] | And then into a humble shack I wander |
| [02:21.150] | My dear old home and tenderly behold |
| [02:28.330] | The folks I love |
| [02:31.90] | Around the turf fire gathered |
| [02:35.470] | On bended knee |
| [02:38.220] | Their rosary is told |
| [02:42.670] | But dreams don' t last |
| [02:45.740] | Though dreams are not forgotten |
| [02:50.80] | And soon I' m back to stern reality |
| [02:57.130] | But though they pave |
| [03:00.00] | The foot ways here with gold dust |
| [03:04.860] | I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : FARRELLY, DICK |
| [00:10.446] | I' ve met some folks |
| [00:13.120] | Who say that I' m a dreamer |
| [00:17.960] | And I' ve no doubt |
| [00:20.410] | There' s truth in what they say |
| [00:25.50] | But sure a body' s bound to be a dreamer |
| [00:32.280] | When all the things he loves are far away |
| [00:39.960] | And precious things |
| [00:42.720] | Are dreams unto an exile |
| [00:47.220] | They take him over |
| [00:50.150] | The land across the sea |
| [00:54.630] | Especially when it happens he' s an exile |
| [01:02.30] | From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree |
| [01:09.610] | And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops |
| [01:16.360] | Of this great city |
| [01:19.390] | Wondrous though it be |
| [01:23.650] | I scarcely feel it' s wonder or it' s laughter |
| [01:30.930] | I' m once again back home in Inisfree |
| [01:45.660] | I wonder over green hills |
| [01:49.420] | Through dreamy valleys |
| [01:52.440] | And find a peace |
| [01:55.150] | No other land would know |
| [01:59.610] | I hear the birds make music fit for angels |
| [02:06.670] | And watch the rivers laughing |
| [02:10.760] | As they flow |
| [02:13.590] | And then into a humble shack I wander |
| [02:21.150] | My dear old home and tenderly behold |
| [02:28.330] | The folks I love |
| [02:31.90] | Around the turf fire gathered |
| [02:35.470] | On bended knee |
| [02:38.220] | Their rosary is told |
| [02:42.670] | But dreams don' t last |
| [02:45.740] | Though dreams are not forgotten |
| [02:50.80] | And soon I' m back to stern reality |
| [02:57.130] | But though they pave |
| [03:00.00] | The foot ways here with gold dust |
| [03:04.860] | I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree |