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 roses dying 'Tis you, 'tis 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 And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy I love you so But if ye come and all the roses dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be Ye'll come here and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me And I shall feel, though soft you tread above me And then my grave will richer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall rest in peace until you come to me Oh Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so
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"Danny Boy" ... History of the song "Danny Boy", also known as "The Londonderry Air"