Danny Boy

O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountainside

The summer's gone and all the roses dying

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

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

O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so

And when you come and all the flowers are dying

If I am dead, as dead I well may be (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 all my grave shall 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