Danny Boy

Song: Frederic Weatherly.

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 roses falling,
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.
And I’ll be here, in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.

But when ye come and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead as dead I well may be.
Ye’ll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say and Ave there for me.

And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be.
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so.