If you loved me half as much as I love you, you wouldn't worry me half as much as you do.
I know that I would never be this blue if you only loved me half as much as I love you.
I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer, and I have 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 eye of Innisfree.
See the pyramids along the Nile, watch the sunrise on a tropic isle.
Must remember, darling, all the while, you belong to me.
See the marketplace in old Algiers, send me photographs and souvenirs.
Just remember when a dream appears, you belong to me.
I'm so alone without you.
Maybe you'll be awesome too, and blue.
Find the ocean in a silver blade, see the jungle when it's wet with rain.
Just remember to know again, you belong to me.