Grace
Celtic Thunder
4:45Our valley is high The flowers are all dying The meadow is white with a winter snow Long as I stand at the place where Danny is lying I say a silent prayer Some how, I know He is with her So soft, I thread above him For now, he sleeps in peace We hear Danny's voice no more 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 flies are dying Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide And I shall hear the soft you thread above me And all my grieve will water sweeter deep For you and I, then tell me that you love me And I will sleep in peace until you come to me