Danny Boy

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

Tis you, tis you must go, and I must say

But come you back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white, white snow

Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadows

Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so