Danny Boy

O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountainside

The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying

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

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

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

O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you soAnd if yer come and all the flowers are dyin'

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 me;And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me

And all my dreams will warm and sweetened be

If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me