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 dying

It's you, it's you must go and I must bide

But coming back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

And I'll 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

And I'll be dead, as dead I well may be

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

And kneel and say an Avé there for me

And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me

And then my grave will warmer, sweeter be

And you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I will sleep in peace until you come to me

And I will sleep until you come to me