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 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
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
But if you come, and all the roses 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 shall hear, tho' soft, you tread above me
And then my dreams will richer and sweeter be
For you'll bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me.
Oh, Danny boy, I love you so.
(↓Song by JAMES GALWAY)