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 flow’rs are falling
‘Tis you, ‘tis 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
And I’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!

And when You come, and all the flow’rs are dying
And I am dead, as dead I may well be
Ye’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 all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me.

But if I live, and should you die for Ireland
Let not your dying thoughts be just of me
But say a prayer to God for our dear´s Ireland
I know she´ll hear and help to set her free!