Danny boy

Oh Danny boy, the pipes,
the pipes are calling
From glen to glen
and down the mountain side
The summers gone
and all the flowers are dying
Its you, Its you must
go and I must bide.
But come ye back
when summers in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed
and white with snow

If Ill be there
in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy,
oh Danny boy I love you so.

And if you come
when all the stars are calling
If I am dead
and dead I well may be

Youll come and find the place
where I am lying
Youll kneel
and say a loving prayer for me.

And I shall hear the soft
tradewind above me
And all my grave
will warmer sweeter be
And you will kneel
and whisper that you love me
And I shall sleep in piece
until you come to me...