|
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 |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
Oh, Danny boy, oh, |
|
Danny boy |
|
I love you so |