Danny Boy

O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side

The summer's gone and all the roses falling

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

I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow

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

But when ye come and all white flow'rs are crying

If I am dead, as dead I may well be

Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an ave there for me

And I shall hear through soft you tread above 'em

And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to meet me