Danny Boy

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountain side

The summer's gone and all the roses falling

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when the summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so

And when ye come and all the flowers are dying

If I am dead, as dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

If you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I will sleep in peace until you come to me