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 roses 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; And I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow. Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come and all the flowers are 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; And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be; If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me, I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.