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 rose is dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide

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

'Tis 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 well may be

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

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

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

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