Danny Boy

Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling



From glen to glen, and down the mountain side



The summers gone, and all the roses falling.



Its you, its you, its you must go and I must bide.







But come ye back when summers in the meadow,



Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow,



Yes, Ill be here in sunshine or in shadow,



Oh danny boy, oh danny boy, I love you so.







But when you come, and all the flowers are dying



If I am dead, as dead I well may be



Youll come and find rhe 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 breath shall be warm and sweeter be



For you will bend and tell me that you love me



And I will sleep in peace until you come for me.