Danny Boy - Alfie Boe

Oh, Danny Boy The Pipes, the pipes are calling

from glen to glen, and down the mountainside

the summer’s gone and all the flowers are 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

Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy

I love you so

And if you come, when the all flowers are dying

If I am dead, as dead I well may be

You’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 then you’ll kneel and whisper that you love me

and I shall sleep in peace until you come