Danny Boy

O Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountainside

The summer's gone and all the roses falling

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

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow

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

O Danny Boy, O Danny Boy, I love you so

When winter's come and all the flow'rs are dying

And 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

But I shall hear, though soft you tread above me

And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be

And you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me

O Danny Boy, the stream flows cool and slowly

And pipes still call and echo 'cross the glen

Your broken mother sighs and feels so lowly

For you have not returned to smile again

So if you've died and crossed the stream before us

We pray that angels met you on the shore

And you'll look down, and gently you'll implore us

To live so we may see your smiling face once more

Once more