Danny Boy (A Cappella)

Ohh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountainside

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 there in sunshine or in shadow

Ohh, Danny boy, ohh, Danny boy, I love you so

And when ye 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 shall hear, though soft your tread above me

And on my grave where warmer, sweeter be

And ye shall bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me