Danny Boy

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 flowers (roses) falling.
It`s you, It`s you must go, and I must bide.

But come ye (you) back when summer's in the meadow,
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It`s I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow.
Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.

But when ye (you) come and all the roses (flowers) are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Go out (you come) and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say (see) an Ave there for me.

And I shall hear though soft your tread above me,
and then my grave will warm and sweeter be.
For you will shall bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.