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 dying

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bye

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so

But if he come and all the roses dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be

He'll come here and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an ava there for me

And I shall feel, oh soft you tread above me

And then my grave will richer, sweeter be

For you will bend and tell me that you love me

And I shall rest in peace until you come to me