Danny Boy
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 falling 'Tis you, 'tis you must go, and I must bide.
2. But come you back when summer's in the meadow | 3. But if you come, and all the flowers are dying And if I am dead, as dead I may well be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me |