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 flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
And 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 when you come
And all the flowers are dying
If I am dead
As dead I well may be
You'll come and find
The place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me
And I shall hear though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
And you will bend and tell me that you love me
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy
I love you so