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 leaves are falling. It´s you, it´s you must go, And I must bide. But come ye back, when summer´s in the meadow, Or all the valley´s hushed, and white with snow. It´s I´ll be here, in sunshine or in shadow. Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I loved you so! Aquí estaré, en la lluvia o el verano, Recordando un tiempo que no morirá!