Danny Boy

Harry Connick Jr.

Oh, danny boy
the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen
and down the mountainside
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
it's i'll be here in sunshine
or in shadow
oh, danny boy
oh, danny boy
i love you so
But when ye come
and all the flowers are dying
if i am dead as dead
i well may be ye'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
and ye shall bend
and tell me that you love me
and i shall sleep in peace
until you come to me