Irish Rovers 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 meadows,
Or when the valleys
flushed and white with snow
Tis I’ll be here
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
The soft you tread above me,
And all my grave
Will warmer, sweeter be
And ye shall bend
And tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep
In peace
Until you'll come to me.
