Danny Boy
(W: Fred. E. Weatherly, M: Irish Trad.)
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 leaves are falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go while 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 here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy, I love you so.
But should 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 shall hear though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will kneel and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
- Seamus Kennedy
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