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 flowers are dying.
Tis you tis you must go and I must bide.
Bit come ye bach when summer's in the meadow,
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
Tis I'll be here, in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come when all the flowers are dying,
if I am dead I well may be,
I pray you'll find the place where I am lying
and kneel and say an ave there for me.
And I shall hear though soft you tread above me
and all my grave shall warmer sweeter be,
then you will kneel and whisper that you love me
and I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
and I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
Subject: Danny Boy 
Tue 11 Sep - 0:17
