Danny Boy

<br>Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.<br>From glen to glen and down the mountain side.<br>The summer`s gone, and all the flowers dying.<br>`Tis you, `tis you must go, and I must bide.<br><br>But come ye back when summer`s in the meadow,<br>or when the valley`s hushed and white with snow.<br>`Tis I`ll be here in sunshine or in shadow.<br>Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.<br><br>But when ye come and all the roses falling,<br>and I am dead, as dead I well may be,<br>Go out and find the place where I am lying,<br>And kneel and say an Ave there for me.<br><br>And I will hear tho` soft your tread above me,<br>and then my grave will warm and sweeter be.<br>For you shall bend and tell me that you love me,<br>And I will sleep in peace until you come to me.