Danny Boy

Oh, 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 bideBut Come ye back when summer's in the meadow

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 soAnd if you come, when the all flowers are dying

If 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 meAnd I shall hear, though soft you tread above me

And all my grave will warmer sweeter be

And then you'll kneel and whisper that you love me

and I shall sleep in peace until you come