Danny Boy

O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountainside

The summer's gone and all the roses falling

Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide

But come you by 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

O Danny boy

O Danny boy, I love you so

But when you come and 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

And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me

And all my grave shall 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