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 
'Tis you must go, 'tis 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 
'Tis I'll be there 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 may well be 
You'll come and find the place where I am lying 
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me 

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me 
And all my grave shall warm and sweeter be 
If you will bend and tell me that you love me 
Then I will sleep in peace until you come to me