Lirama

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
It's you, it's 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
I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so

But if you come and all the flowers are dying
If 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 know, 'though soft ye tread around me
And then my grave shall richer sweeter be
Then you'll bend down and tell me that you love me
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me