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 flowers are dying

It's you, It's you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

If I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so.

And if you come when all the stars are calling

If I am dead and dead I well may be

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

You'll kneel and say a loving prayer for me.

And I shall hear the soft tradewind above me

And all my grave will warmer sweeter be

And you will kneel and whisper that you love me

And I shall sleep in piece until you come to me...