danny boy

oh, danny boy,


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 ans must abide
bute come ye back when summer´s in the meadow
or when the valley´s heshes and white with snow
it´s i´ll be here in sunschine or in shadow
oh danny boy, oh danny boy i love you so

but shen ye come,
and all the flow´rs are dying if i am dead
as dead i well may be
ye´ll come and find the place where i am lying
ans kneel and say an ave there for me
and i shall hear troughsoft you tread above me
and all my grave will warmer sweeter be
for you will bend and tell me that you love me
and i shall sleep in peace untill you come