The music is not by Weatherly. No one knows who
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Composed it. It seems as if the music was there forever.
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There's a common belief that this music is too beautiful
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To be composed by a human being and that it was
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By angles.
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Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
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From glen to glen and down the mountain side
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The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying
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'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
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But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
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Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
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And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
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Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so
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And if you come and all the flowers are dying
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And I am dead, as dead I well may be
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You'll come and find the place where I am lying
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And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me
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And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
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And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
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If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
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I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
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Danny Boy [Alternate Take 9]
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| Elvis Presley |
