Danny Boy

Oh 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

Its you, its 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

Its I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me

And all my grave will warm and sweeter be

If you will bend and tell me that you love me

Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me