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 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
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
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 will know
'though soft ye tread around me
And then my grave
Will richer sweeter be
Then you'll bend down
And tell me that you love me
And I will rest in peace
Until you come to me