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 fallen It's you, it's you must go and I must bide But come ye 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 so But if you come, and all the flowers are dying And 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 will know, though soft ye tread above me And then my grave will richer, sweeter be And you'll bend down and tell me that you love me And I will rest in peace until you come to me