Danny Boy

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen and down the mountain sideThe summer's gone and all the flowers're dying'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide

But come he back when summer's in the meadowOr 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 when he come and all the roses's fallingAnd I am dead, as dead I well may beGo out he find the place where I am lyingAnd kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I be hear oh soft you tread above meAnd then my grave will warmer, sweeter beFor you shall bend and tell me that you love meAnd I will sleep in peace until you come to me