Cranberries - The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

I wi will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows wi will I have there, a hi have for the honey-bee,
And li have alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnights all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnets wings.
I wi will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep hearts core.