Oh Danny Boy
the pipes
the pipes are calling.
From Glenn to Glenn 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.
But come ye back when summer s in the meadow.
Or when the valley s hushed and white with snow.
Tis I ll be there in Sunshine or in Shadow Oh Danny Boy
oh Danny Boy
I love you so.
But if you come
when all the roses are dying And I am dead
as dead I well may be.
Go out and find the place where I am lying.
And kneel and say an "Ave" for me.
And I shall hear
tho soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be.
Then you shall bend and tell me that you love me I ll will sleep in peace until you come to me.
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