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 fallen
 It's you, it's 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
 I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
 Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so
 
 But 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 will know, though soft ye tread above me
 And then my grave will richer, sweeter be
 And you'll bend down and tell me that you love me
 And I will rest in peace until you come to me