Danny Boy Harry Belafonte

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 falling
It's you, it's you
Must go and die must bide

But come here back
When summer's in the meadow
And when the valley's hushed
And white with snow

It's I'll be here
In sunshine or in shadows
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy
I miss you so

But if you fall
As all the flowers are dying
And you are dead
As dead you will may be

I'll come and find
A place where you are lying
And kneel and say
An ave there for thee