Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the
,
The
gone, and all the
falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must
.
But come ye back when summer's in the
,
Or when the valley's
and white with snow,
And I'll be here in
or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so!
But when ye come, and all the
are dying,
If I am
, as
I well may be,
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And
and say an
there for me;
And I shall hear, though soft you
above me,
And all my
will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you
me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
Come to me!