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

It's you, it's you, must go and I must bideBut come you back, when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you soBut if you come and all the flowers are dying

If 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 will know, though soft you tread above me

And then my grave will warmer, sweeter be

And you'll bend down and tell me that you love me

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