Danny Boy

Oh Danny boy, the pipes,
the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down
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 when the valley's hushed
and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here
in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,
I love you so

But if 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,
your tread above me
And all my grave shall warmer,
sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me
that you love me
And I will sleep in peace
until you come to me