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 It's you, it's 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 It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so But when ye 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 If you will bend and tell me that you love me Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me