She`s now a accomplished soloist and a regular tourer.Her music is born of the Celtic movement and in the language of the Gaels.Her latest album is more contemporary,Distant shore.All the songs are penned by her.Her harp music is recognised worldwide.
She is known for her gorgeous solos combined with her harp harmonies, primarily with classical Irish hymns and songs.
Isle Of Innisfree
Orla Fallon Lyrics
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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 Innisfree.
And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city, wondrous though it be
I scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter
I'm once again back home in Innisfree.
I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land would 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 my Isle of Innisfree.
The song "Isle of Innisfree" by Orla Fallon is a wistful ballad about a person who longs to return to their homeland, Innisfree, which is depicted as a sort of paradise. The first verse acknowledges the singer's dreamy nature, acknowledging that they are prone to fantasizing and imagining things that are far away. To the singer, their homeland of Innisfree is a precious and dreamlike place, so much so that they see it as a sort of fantasyland that is only accessible in one's imagination. Even though the singer is now living in a bustling city, it is clear that their heart remains back in Innisfree, where they feel a sense of belonging and connection.
The second verse of the song goes into more detail about Innisfree, describing it as a place of natural beauty and tranquility. The singer fantasizes about wandering through the green hills and valleys, listening to the music of the birds and the rivers. The lyrics conjure an image of a simple life, one where people gather around a turf fire for comfort and companionship. This idyllic image is contrasted with the reality of the city where the singer currently lives, which may be prosperous and exciting, but also alienating and isolating. The final lines of the song acknowledge that dreams, no matter how vivid, are ultimately fleeting and ephemeral. But even so, the singer would still choose to return to their beloved Innisfree.
Overall, "Isle of Innisfree" is a poignant and evocative meditation on homesickness, nostalgia, and the power of the imagination to provide solace in times of stress and dislocation.
Line by Line Meaning
I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer
Some people have said that I am someone who dreams without any proper sense
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say
I suppose that what they say has some validity
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
It is natural for an individual to dream
When all the things he loves are far away.
Especially when the objects of his affection are out of reach
And precious things are dreams unto an exile.
These valued possessions become mere imaginings for those who live away from their home country
They take him o'er the land across the sea --
These thoughts transport him across the vast land or through the ocean
Especially when it happens he's an exile
Particularly when that individual is someone who has been exiled
From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree.
By the virtue of being separated from that gorgeous and lovely Island of Innisfree
And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
There comes an instance when the light of the moon falls over the tops of buildings
Of this great city, wondrous though it be
Even though this city is wonderful in its own way
I scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter
I barely sense the wonder or joy that the city radiates
I'm once again back home in Innisfree.
I feel like I have returned to Innisfree
I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
I roam around lofty green hills and valleys with an abstracted mind
And find a peace no other land would know.
I discover an inner peace that I believe no other country could replicate
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
I listen to the melodious bird songs that sound like those of heavenly creatures
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow.
I observe the rivers flowing with a merry tune
And then into a humble shack I wander
I then travel towards a humble shack
My dear old home and tenderly behold
It is my cherished and venerable abode that I behold with tenderness
The folks I love around the turf fire, gathered.
Those people whom I love are gathered around the fire made of peat
On bended knees, their rosary is told.
On their bent knees, they recite the rosary
But dreams don't last
But these dreams of mine cannot persist forever
Though dreams are not forgotten
Even though they may not be remembered anymore
And soon I'm back to stern reality
And before long, I find myself facing the harsh rudiments of actuality
But though they pave the footways here with gold dust
Even if they were to cover the footpath with a layer of gold dust here
I still would choose my Isle of Innisfree.
Yet, I would still select Innisfree as my preferred choice
Contributed by Charlotte F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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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 over
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 it's wonder or it's laughter
I'm once again back home in Inisfree
I wonder over green hills
Through dreamy valleys
And find a peace, no other land would 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 knee
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 foot ways here with gold dust
I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree
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@suzybenjamin92
I'm an exile but not from Ireland. Still I cry like a child when I hear this.
@matjay3131
Your my favorite of all the Celtic women you got the red-hair and your a very beautiful person beautiful voice and your smile is very charming your is heavenly thanks for shearing your talent Órla Fallon 💝
@davidmasullo5919
I am an Irishman in Ireland with a girl named Mary and dog named Sean. We are on small green hills overlooking a valley. Sheep are nearby. Ok the song is over. Back to my senses. I’m an Italian from NY, never been to Ireland This song calls me there
@cajsheen2594
Are you sure you're Italian, only, you have the Irish Blarney off to a tee! ❤ XXX
@irishfield1
So beautiful singing and song ever adore ever thank you Orla this so exquisite
@torstenpersson2058
One of the best songs I have heard from Celtic Woman. What a voice.
@noraodywer4917
She has one lovely voice so nice to listing to
@user-hy1ey5ml3m
I've heard many other people sing this song, but none as beautifully as Orla!
@adamwithey8194
This is taken immediately 17 years where it all began for the longest musical TV programme ever. Celtic Woman
Orla Fallon plays with her harp while she sings #IsleofInnisfree.
@RaySingh87
“I hear the birds make music fit for angels…” Angels such as Orla Fallon herself!