Isle of Inisfree

So here is a song called "Isle of Inisfree" from the irish band "Celtic Woman". If you put in "New Zealand" it's describing my situation perfectly well...

 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 scarcly feel its wonder or laughter:
I'm once again back home in Inisfree.

I wonder 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 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 footways here with gold dust,
I still would choose
My Isle of Inisfree.