Danny Boy

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

 From glen to glen and down the mountain side

 The summer's gone and all the roses falling

 'Tis you, ‘tis 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

 ‘Tis I'll be here,  in sunshine or in shadow

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

 But when ye come and all the fl’wers are dying

 If I am dead and 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 tho' soft you tread above me

 And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

 For you will bend, and tell me that you love me

 And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me

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