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 flowers are dying

It's you, It's 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

If I'll be there

in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy,

oh Danny boy I love you so.

And if you come

when all the stars are calling

If I am dead

and dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place

where I am lying

You'll kneel

and say a loving prayer for me.

And I shall hear the soft

tradewind above me

And all my grave

will warmer sweeter be

And you will kneel

and whisper that you love me

And I shall sleep in piece

until you come to me...