I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer, 我见过一些人谁要说我是一个梦想家，

And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say, 而且我毫不怀疑有真相他们说什么，

But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer, 但肯定有身体注定是一个梦想家，

When all the things he loves are far away. 当所有他喜欢的东西是很远。

And precious things are dreams unto an exile. 而宝贵的东西是对梦想的流亡者。

They take him o'er the land across the sea 他们把他的光彩隔海相望的土地

Especially when it happens he's an exile, 尤其是当它发生，他是一个流亡者，

From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree. 从亲爱的可爱岛Inisfree的。

   

And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops, 而当整个天台的月光偷看，

Of this great city, wondrous though it be, 这个伟大的城市，奇妙的，虽然它是，

I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter... 我几乎感觉不到它的奇迹或它的笑声......

I'm once again back home in Inisfree. 我再次回到老家Inisfree 。

   

I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys, 我游荡着，把你通过梦幻般的山谷的绿色山丘，

And find a peace no other land would know. 并找到一个和平没有其他的土地会知道。

I hear the birds make music fit for angels, 我听到鸟儿使音乐适合天使，

And watch the rivers laughing as they flow. 看着河流笑，因为他们流动。

And then into a humble shack I wander 然后进入一个不起眼的小屋里我徘徊

My dear old home and tenderly behold, 我亲爱的老家里，温柔脱俗，

The folks I love around the turf fire, gathered. 我爱周围的草坪起火的乡亲，聚集。

On bended knees, their rosary is told. 跪拜，他们的念珠被告知。

   

But dreams don't last 但梦想不会持续

Though dreams are not forgotten 虽然梦想并没有被遗忘

And soon I'm back to stern reality. 很快我回到严酷的现实。

But though they pave the footways here with gold dust, 不过，虽然他们铺平了行人在这里与金粉，

I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree. 我还是会选择我的岛Inisfree的。