Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summers gone and all the leaves are falling Its you, its you, must go and I must bide But come ye back when summers in the meadow Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow Ill be here in sunshine and in shadow Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so But when youve come if all the flowrs are dying And if I am dead, and dead I well may be Youll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an Ave over for me And I shall hear tho soft you tread above me And all my grave will warmer sweeter be And you will call and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace til you come to me Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you soYou might also like
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