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 rose is dying

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

But come ye back when summer's in the valley

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

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

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

But if you come, and all the flowers are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be

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

And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me

And I shall feel your soft thread above me

And In my grave where riches sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I'll shall rest in peace until you come to me

And I'll shall rest in peace until you come to me