Danny Boy

Ah 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 falling

'Tis you, 'tis 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

And I'll be here

in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,

I love you so

But if you come,

and all the flowers are dying

And I am dead,

as dead I may well be

You'll come and find

the place where I am lying

And kneel and say

an "Ave" there for me

And I will hear,

though soft your tread above me

And o'er my grave

will warmer sweeter be

And you will bend

and tell me that you love me

And I will sleep

in peace until you come to me