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 flowers are falling

It's you, it's you must go and I must bide

But come you back when summer's in the meadow

and when the valley's hushed and white with snow

 It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow

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