Oh Danny Boy

The pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountain sideThe 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