"The Young May Moon"

Words and music by Thomas Moore

The young May moon is beaming, love,
The glowworm's lamp is gleaming, love;
How sweet to rove
Through Morna's grove,
While the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
[Then awake! -- the heavens look bright, my dear,
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear;
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days]
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!

[Now all the world is sleeping, love,
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star
More glorious far
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love.
Then awake! -- till rise of sun, my dear,
The Sage's glass we'll shun, my dear,
Or in watching the flight
Of bodies of light
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear!]


"The Isle of Innisfree" 

Music by Dick Farrelly

LYRICS USED IN THE FILM:
(by John Ford, Charles Fitzsimons and Maureen O'Hara)

Oh, Inisfree, my island, I'm returning
From wasted years across the wintry sea.
And when I come back to my own dear Ireland,
I'll rest a while beside you, gradh mochroidhe.*


ORIGINAL LYRICS TO THE SONG:
(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 Inisfree.

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 Inisfree.

I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land could 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 the Isle of Inisfree.

* Gaelic words meaning "love of my heart."