Danny Boy Daniel O'Donnell

O 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
O Danny boy
O Danny boy
I love you so

And if ye come
When all the flowers are dying
If I am dead
As dead
I well may be
You'll come and find
The place where I am lying
You bend and say an Ave there for me