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
You must go and I must bide.
But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
I will be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
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, tho' soft you tread above me
And all your kisses warm and sweeter be
And you'll not fail and tell me you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me.
© Weatherly Music
FREDERIC WEATHERLY (Boosey & Hawkes // Arr LUKA BLOOM