(words & music by frederic e. weatherly)Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen and down the mountain sideThe summer’s gone and all the roses dying’tis you, ’tis you must go and I must byeBut come ye back when summer’s in the meadowOr when the valley’s hushed and white with snowAnd I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadowOh danny boy, oh danny boy I love you soBut if he come and all the roses dyingAnd I am dead, as dead I well may beHe’ll come here and find the place where I am lyingAnd kneel and say an ava there for meAnd I shall feel, oh soft you tread above meAnd then my grave will richer, sweeter beFor you will bend and tell me that you love meAnd I shall rest in peace until you come to me
