Danny Boy

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summers gone, and all the roses are falling
Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summers in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
Tis Ill be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
But when he come, and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
Youll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an 'Ave' there for me.
And I shall hear, tho soft you tread above me

And all my grave would warmer sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.