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 roses falling
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It's you, It's 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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It's 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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But when ye come and all the flowers are dying
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If I am dead, and 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 grave will warmer, sweeter be
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For you will bend and tell me that you love me
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And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
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Danny Boy
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| Harry Connick, Jr. |
