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 dying, 'tis you, 'tis you must go and i must bye, but come ye back when summer's in the meadow, or when the valley's hushed and white with snow, and i'll be here in sunshine or in shadow, oh danny boy, oh danny boy i love you so, but if he come and all the roses dying, and i am dead, as dead i well may be, he'll come here and find the place where i am lying, and kneel and say an ava there for me, and i shall feel, oh soft you tread above me, and then my grave will richer, sweeter be, for you will bend and tell me that you love me, and i shall rest in peace until you come to me