Danny Boy

Oh, 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 fallin'

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 here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh, Danny boy

Oh, Danny boy, I love you so

But, if you 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 will know

Though soft you tread above me

And then my grave will richer, sweeter be

And you'll bend down

And tell me that you love me

And I will rest in peace

Until you come to me