Danny Boy (A Cappella)

Danny Boy [a cappella] - The Celtic Tenors
O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside.
The summer's gone and all the roses falling,
Tis you, tis you must go and I must bide.
But come you 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.
But when you come and 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,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.