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; 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 shall richer sweeter be, Then you'll bend down and tell me that you love me, And I shall rest in peace until you come to me.