Danny Boy
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen and down the mountainside
Summer's gone and all the flowers are dying
you must go and I must bide
But come you back when Summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
I will be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, I love you so
and if you come and all the flowers are dying
and 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 will hear though soft your tread above me.
and there your kisses warm and sweet I'll feel
and you will bend and tell me you love me
and I will sleep in peace until you come to me.