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 flowers are dying 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 And if you come, when the all 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 you tread above me And all my grave will warmer sweeter be And then you'll kneel and whisper that you love me and I shall sleep in peace until you come