Danny Boy (Arr. McKay Crockett)

O 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 all the valley's hushed and white with snow
 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
 O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so
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 When winter's 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
 But I shall hear though soft you tread above me
 And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
 And you will bend and tell me that you love me
 And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
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 O Danny boy, the stream flows cool and slowly
 And pipes still call and echo 'cross the glen
 Your broken mother sighs and feels so lowly
 For you have not returned to smile again
 So if you've died and crossed the stream before us
 We pray that angels met you on the shore
 And you'll look down, and gently you'll implore us
 To live so we may see your smiling face once more
 Once more