Danny Boy

O Danny Boy, the pipes the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and cross the mountainside The summer's gone, and all the roses falling Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow Tis I'll be here, in sunshine or in shadow O Danny boy, O Danny boy I love you so When winter's come and all the flowers dying And 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 But I shall hear, though soft you tread above me And over my grave shall warmer sweeter be And you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me O Danny boy, the stream flows cool and slowly And pipes still call and echo across the glen Your broken mother sighs and feels so lowly For you have not returned to smile again Returned to smile again Returned to smile again