Danny Boy

Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountain side

The summers gone, and all the roses falling

Its you, its you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summers in the meadow

Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow

Its Ill be here in sunshine, or in shadow

Oh danny boy, oh danny boy, I love you so

But when ye come and all the flowers are dying

If I am dead, and dead I well may be

Youll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an ave there for me

And I shall hear tho soft you tread above me

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me