Danny Boy

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountain side

The summer's gone, and all the rose is dying'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the valleyOr when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadowOh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But if you come, and all the flowers are dyingAnd I am dead, as dead I well may be

He'll come and find the place where I am lyingAnd kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall feel your soft thread above meAnd In my grave where riches sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love meAnd I'll shall rest in peace until you come to me.

And I'll shall rest in peace until you come to me.