Danny Boy

Danny Boy - Russell Watson/Traditional

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 flowers are dying.

It's you, it's 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.

It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.

Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so.

But when you come,

And all the roses falling

And I am dead, as dead I well may 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 you tread above me,

And then my grave will warmer, sweeter be.

And you shall bend down and tell me that you love me,

And I will sleep in peace until you come... to... me...