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 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 ye come When 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 You'll 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 Then you will kneel And whisper that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you Come to me