Danny Boy

Oh Danny boy, the pipes,

The pipes are calling.

From land to land

And down the mountains side.

The summer's gone

And all the roses falling.

It's you, it's you,

Must go and I must hide.

But I'll be back

When summer's in the meadows,

Or when the valleys

Are flushed and white with snow.

And I'll be there

In sunshine or in shadow.

Oh Danny boy,

Oh Danny boy,

I love you so.

And when you come

And all the flowers are dying,

I f I am dead,

As dead I well may be,

You'll come and find

The place where I am lying

So 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

If you will bend

And tell me that you love me,

Then I shall sleep

In peace

Until you come to me