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 flowers dying

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

Oh come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

For I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

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

And if you come when 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 shall hear, though soft you tread above me

And o'er my grave shall warmer, sweeter be

And if you bend and tell me that you love me

Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me