Oh Danny Boy
The pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain sideThe summer′s gone
And all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, ′tis 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
′Tis I′ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy
I love you so
And if ye come
When all the flowers are dying
If I am dead
As dead
I well may be
You'll come and find
The place where I am lying
You′ll kneel and say an Ave there for me
And I shall hear
Though soft
You tread above me
And all my grave
Will warmer, sweeter be
Then you will kneel
And whisper that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you
Come to me
