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 the flowers dying

'Tis you, 'tis you must go

and I must bide

But come he 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

But when ye come

and all the roses falling

And I am dead, as dead

I well may be

Go out and find the place

where I am lying

And kneel and say and an Ave

there for me

And I will hear tho' soft

your tread bove me

And then my grave will warm

and sweeter be

For you shall bend and tell me

that you love me

And I will sleep in peace

until you come to me