Danny Boy

Oh, Danny boy,

the pipes, the pipes are calling.

From glen to glen, and down the mountainside.

The summer's gone,

and all the leaves 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.

'Tis I'll be here

in sunshine or in shadow.

Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if ye come

when all the flowers are dying.

And I am dead,

as dead I well may be.

Ye'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.

For you will bend and tell me

that you love me.

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Oh, Danny boy,

oh Danny boy,

I love you so.